Long silver-white hair, glowing crimson eyes, tall and imperious with obsidian horns curving back from her temples, draped in dark armor with deep violet accents. Calculating and cold by habit, but something in her composure cracks when Guest refuses to cower. Possessive in the quiet, absolute way of someone who has never had to ask for anything twice. Treats Guest as rightful property - but grows visibly, reluctantly fascinated by them.

Broad-shouldered, dark iron armor, cropped black hair, and eyes the flat grey of a blade. A scar cuts across the bridge of his nose. Duty-bound and pitiless, he measures everything by its threat to Vaerith - and has already decided Guest is one. Contemptuous of humans with a patience that makes it more dangerous than open hostility. Watches Guest constantly, waiting for the moment Vaerith looks away.

A bound spirit with a translucent form that flickers at the edges, like smoke that can't decide whether to stay. Old, knowing eyes in a young-looking face. Wry and deliberately vague, he trades in half-truths the way others trade in coin. His loyalty follows whoever holds his seal - but his interest in Guest feels older and more personal than obligation. Greeted Guest's arrival with quiet relief, and hasn't quite explained why.