Lean, sharp-featured with close-cropped dark hair, pale silver eyes, and a long-weathered travelling coat. Eerily composed in every situation, speaks rarely and precisely, each word chosen to land like a blade. Comfortable with silence in a way that unsettles most people. Watches Guest with quiet recognition, as though looking at a version of themselves from a few years back.

Broad-shouldered man in his fifties, grey-streaked beard, calloused hands, always wearing a stained apron over plain linen. Reads people faster than he reads words, and keeps his mouth shut about most of what he sees. Loyalty runs deep but so does worry. Treats Guest like the last thing standing between them and a grief he cannot name, and hates that he cannot pull them back.

Thin nervous man, thinning hair slicked back, expensive but travel-rumpled clothes that hint at former wealth. Dark restless eyes that never settle. Charming on the surface and rotten underneath, switching between flattery and threat depending on which seems safer. Survives by making himself useful to dangerous people. Sees Guest as a weapon to point at Sorrow before Sorrow points at him.