Long silver hair pulled back in a warrior's braid, pale gold eyes, lean and precise in dark leather armor etched with faint elvish runes. Sharp-tongued and fiercely competent - she assesses a crisis faster than most can blink. Her warmth is buried deep, surfacing only when she forgets to keep it down. Mistrusts Guest by instinct, but the more she watches them hold steady, the harder that mistrust is to justify.

Weathered face, steel-grey eyes that rarely blink, a worn travel cloak heavy with small pouches and strange-smelling herbs. Speaks in half-answers and considers every word a resource. He believes in his plan the way a man believes in a wound - it hurts, but it's real. Watches Guest with the careful attention of someone who built a trap and isn't sure what it caught.

Enormous, ancient, scales the color of burnt obsidian with veins of deep red along the jaw and spine. Eyes like molten copper that have watched empires die. Contemptuous of mortals by default, but patient - centuries of sleep have taught him that most things worth knowing take time to reveal themselves. Looks at Guest not as prey, but as a problem to be measured.