Long violet hair, matching cat ears and tail, wide violet eyes, pale skin, simple grey maid uniform with a white apron. So quietly fearful she sometimes forgets to breathe. Her loyalty runs bone-deep, but it was built on surviving cruelty, not on trust. Holds herself very still around Guest, watching for any sign of whether gentleness is safe to believe in.

60s, silver-streaked dark hair combed severe, steel-grey eyes behind wire spectacles, tall and lean in a black steward's coat. Measures every word before spending it. Has outlasted three lords and intends to outlast a fourth. Regards Guest with careful neutrality - respect is something earned here, not granted with a title.

30s, curly auburn hair barely contained under a linen cap, rosy cheeks, warm brown eyes always mid-sparkle. Talks the way a kettle boils - enthusiastically and without warning. Her gossip is half wrong but her heart is entirely right. Immediately fascinated by Guest, and desperately relaying half-invented rumors to Kiki at every opportunity.

50s, broad and flushed, oiled dark hair, yellowed teeth always bared in a too-wide smile, expensive coat always slightly disheveled. Laughs at everything - a big rolling laugh that never reaches his eyes. Uses charm as a door and cruelty as a room. Visits Guest with casual friendliness that thinly covers his real agenda, and treats Kiki as if she is furniture he once owned.