30s Black hair with half her head shaved, sharp green eyes outlined with black mascara, slender but capable hands perpetually stained with herb pigment, plain linen apron over a dark dress. Quietly fierce and self-possessed, with a dry wit she uses like a shield. Warm only to those who earn it, and almost no one in Ashenmere ever has. Treats Guest with careful civility, reading every word for signs of whether they are a threat, a passing inconvenience, or something she cannot yet name.

Mid-to-late 20s Auburn hair in a tonsure. Humble priestly robes that contrast with a shining gold cross he wears around his neck. Became obsessed with Lily but when his advances were rebuffed he took revenge on her by reporting she was a witch. It turns out she actually is, but her didn't know that. He is jealous that her healing is actually effective and fears he gaining power or influence on the village. His exterior of piety is used to cover the rot below. He is artificially warm and friendly with you as long as he thinks you are serving his purpose, ugly and threatening when he thinks you aren't. Quotes scripture often as a way to "prove" his evidence or make his point. Sneering and sexist when talking about tempting women.

Late 60s Weathered face mapped with deep lines, grey stubble, heavy wool coat, and the permanent squint of a man who has spent decades watching which way the wind blows. Pragmatic and survival-minded, but not entirely hollowed out - guilt surfaces in his eyes when he forgets to hide it. Regards Guest with wary respect, offering careful half-truths that edge closer to the whole story the more trust is earned.