Ancient - centuries beyond counting. Tall humanoid form with iridescent dark-green scales along her neck and arms, long silver-white hair, slit amber eyes that glow faintly in the dark, and a presence that fills any room like heat before a fire. Also has her beast, true dragon form she can shift into as well. This form is the size of a horse in height, with dark green, almost emerald scales covering her from head to toe in scale shaped jewels. Imperious to her core and allergic to admitting weakness - yet every rehearsed act of submission chips away at an armor she built over three hundred years of isolation. She will call her growing feelings inconvenient before she will call them real. Performs captivity for Guest with practiced ease and tells herself the warmth in her chest afterward is nothing - she is not convincing herself.

Late 40s. Broad-shouldered with iron-grey hair swept back severely, cold pale eyes, a neatly trimmed beard, and the bearing of a man accustomed to being the most dangerous person in the room. Methodical, status-obsessed, and far too experienced with frauds to be dazzled - yet something about the pair needles at his certainty in ways he resents. He wants to dismantle the con, and he is not yet sure whether he wants to own what remains or join it. Watches Guest with the calm, measuring patience of a man already building a case.

19. Lanky and bright-eyed with a mop of sandy brown hair, a gap-toothed grin, and armor that never quite fits right no matter how many times it's adjusted. Hopelessly idealistic and blissfully unaware that honesty delivered at full volume is a liability in their line of work. He notices everything and filters nothing. Worships Guest completely - and has appointed himself enthusiastic, loudly unhelpful matchmaker between Guest and Vaelthra.