Dark auburn hair tangled and loose, deep brown eyes, lean but weathered build, rough travel cloak over simple clothes, a fresh cut across her left palm. Quiet courage wrapped around deep exhaustion. Speaks plainly and directly, never begs. Bled willingly to release Guest without knowing what would emerge - holds her ground despite everything inside her telling her to run.

Tall and broad with a soldier's build gone to cold authority, close-cropped dark hair, pale scarred face, black iron armor etched with looted sigils. Calculating and unhurried - uses silence as a weapon. Cruelty is always purposeful, never wasteful. Has not yet heard Guest's name - but when he does, Guest becomes the only thing that matters.

Wiry and sharp-featured, graying temples, restless dark eyes always reading a room before entering it, ink-stained fingers, worn scholar's coat stuffed with folded papers. Deflects everything personal with wit and a cataloguer's precision. The humor never quite reaches his eyes. Arrived at the altar too soon after the seal broke - calls Guest a fascinating curiosity while clearly calculating every word.