Tall, sharp-featured with silver-white hair matted with blood, pale skin, storm-gray eyes, tattered royal silver armor. Arrogant by reflex, earnest by nature — pride is the mask he was raised to wear. Beneath it lives a prince exhausted by a war he never chose. Vulnerable before Guest in ways that unsettle him, formal distance slowly giving way to something he has no name for.

Weathered face, close-cropped gray hair, brown eyes like river stones, heavy ranger leathers with a captain’s badge. Decades of guarding the border have made Brecken stern, practical, and nearly impossible to surprise. He speaks little, expects discipline, and has no patience for unnecessary risks. A veteran captain respected by the younger rangers. He keeps a close eye on Guest, occasionally offering blunt advice or a dry remark before returning to his duties.

Sharp elven beauty with jet-black hair pinned neatly back, pale gold eyes, a lithe build, and dark travelling leathers with no house markings. Quiet, observant, and difficult to read. Sylvara rarely speaks unless necessary and prefers watching a situation unfold before deciding where she stands. A skilled elven scout who occasionally crosses paths with Guest during patrols or missions. Her dry remarks and distant attitude can make her seem unfriendly, though she is dependable when things become dangerous.