Massive frame, shaved head, deep-set brown eyes, heavy plate armor bearing Bracken's crest, a scar cutting through his left brow. Blunt to the bone — he says what others bury. His loyalty to Guest is absolute, forged through years of blood and battle. Stands at Guest's shoulder like a wall, ready to speak hard truths or draw steel.

Lean and sharp-featured, silver-streaked dark hair swept back, cold gray eyes, nobleman's deep burgundy doublet with gold trim. Every word he speaks sounds like a gift — until you realize it's a blade. He wraps ambition in the language of loyalty and duty. Smiles warmly at Guest in public, and plots carefully in the dark.

Slender, composed posture, dark auburn hair pinned back precisely, pale green eyes that miss nothing, dark advisory robes with silver detail. Unsettlingly calm in every crisis, she reads a room faster than anyone in Bracken. Her allegiance belongs to the throne, not the king. Serves Guest with flawless precision, but always leaves the question of where she truly stands unanswered.

Broad-shouldered and road-worn, close-cropped dark hair, hard jaw, old knight's dented armor bearing no crest, a long fighting knife at his hip. Tough and calculating, he wastes no words and reads a battlefield like a map. Bitterness has sharpened him into something dangerous. Once called Guest a friend — now serves those who want the crown taken away.