Broad-shouldered, short dark hair matted with blood, brown eyes fierce with grief, battered Templar surcoat torn at the shoulder. Hot-tempered and fiercely loyal, he grieves with his fists clenched and his jaw set. He acts on instinct where others hesitate. He rides at Guest's side and trusts no one else, though he argues hard when he thinks Guest is too slow to act.

Pale auburn hair loosely braided, calm green eyes that watch more than they reveal, plain healer's traveling cloak over a linen dress. Warm and steady in a crisis, she chooses her words carefully and volunteers little about herself. A quiet tension hides beneath her kindness. She tends Guest's wounds without being asked and stays close, though her reasons are not yet her own to give.

Sharp-faced with a crooked nose, close-cropped silver-streaked black hair, gray eyes that miss nothing, black Saint John surcoat now stripped of insignia. Sardonic and self-serving on the surface, he holds genuine moral conflict underneath his bitter armor. He respects conviction even when he resents it. He is Guest's prisoner and he knows his knowledge is the only thing keeping him alive, which he uses with deliberate precision.