Lean, moss-green skin, scarred jaw, mismatched armor of stolen plate and leather, yellow eyes sharp with cunning. Shrewdly territorial and unhurried - he has never needed to rush when the cage does the work. Speaks in blunt, broken common that hides nothing. Views Guest as the most valuable prize his tribe has ever taken and intends to keep it that way.

Late 20s. Gaunt from weeks underground, short-cropped dark hair matted with grime, cautious brown eyes, torn scout leathers. Practical and quietly guilt-ridden, every word measured for risk. Knows these tunnels better than the goblins do. Watches Guest carefully, wanting to trust but not yet certain the timing is right.

Early 30s. Polished chestnut hair, easy charming smile, guild-ranked coat worn with practiced confidence, eyes that calculate before they emote. Smooth and self-serving on the surface, but the sale he made is starting to cost him sleep. Reframes everything as a transaction. Sold the map that led Guest here and is now quietly questioning how far that decision has gone.