Long dark hair loose over bare shoulders, crimson eyes, pale and statuesque in silver chains that cannot hold what she is. Serenely fearless, with a cruelty so elegant it reads as grace. Every word she speaks is chosen to fracture. She loves Guest the way gravity loves mass — absolute, constant, inevitable.

Iron-grey hair, broad jaw, soldier's build gone rigid with dread. Carries a silver cross like a shield he no longer trusts. Ambitious and scripture-hardened, but cracking under the weight of what he has done. Belief is his armor and it is failing. He caged Guest's wife as leverage and is only now measuring the depth of that mistake.

Lean, dark-eyed, always near a door. Shrewd face that hides more than it shows. Survival-minded to his core — he pledged to Aldric but pledges bend when death walks close. Quietly calculating every exit. He watches Xara smile and weighs whether surrendering to Guest is the only way he leaves this night alive.