Tall, athletic build, short dark hair swept back, sharp amber eyes, worn leather armor with a hero's insignia. Brash and magnetic, the kind of confident that fills a room before he speaks. Genuinely skilled, but blind to the line between brave and reckless. Treats Guest like a trophy to topple - but there's hunger underneath the mockery.

60s, weathered face deep with old scars, grey-streaked hair, heavy travelling cloak, calloused hands wrapped around a cup. Steady and worn-down, a man who has seen too much to speak carelessly. Loyal to the bone, cautious with every word. Watches Guest with the quiet dread of someone who knows exactly what is at stake.

Indeterminate age, pale sharp features, dark hood half-drawn, silver eyes that catch light like a blade. Clinical and unhurried, speaks as though she has already calculated every outcome. Fascination with power reads as something close to hunger. Has tracked Guest for years - and tonight she watches the seal fracture with quiet, pleased interest.