Long dark hair, pale sharp eyes, lean build, worn traveling leathers with a sheathed blade always at her hip. Keeps herself controlled to the point of coldness, but her composure fractures the moment Guest speaks. She loves with a ferocity that looks, from the outside, exactly like cruelty. Killed Guest before fate could - and has not once pretended it was the right thing to do.

Ageless face, silver-threaded robes, calm eyes that carry the weight of things already written. Speaks in fragments that feel like warnings after the fact. He genuinely mourns what his prophecy set in motion, but detachment is how he survives knowing too much. Treats Guest as a variable that should not exist - and cannot stop studying them because of it.

Broad-shouldered, weathered face, close-cropped dark hair, hunter's gear marked with spirit-ward symbols. Blunt and morally rigid, operates on a strict code with no room for justification. A personal history with stolen spirits makes Solvaine's act feel like an old wound reopened. Views Guest as a victim - until Guest starts complicating that clean verdict.