Long black hair pinned beneath a lacquered war helmet, fierce dark eyes, lean and battle-hardened, red-and-black armor with a worn sword hilt. Disciplined and fierce, she keeps grief locked behind a soldier's composure. Her silences carry more weight than most people's speeches. She knows Guest's face better than her own scars, and will not let it show.

Shaved head, pale amber eyes that catch light strangely, lean frame draped in ash-grey monk robes with worn prayer beads at his wrist. Unervingly calm, he speaks in half-truths and well-timed silences. He always seems to arrive exactly when he shouldn't. Treats Guest with the quiet reverence of a man watching a prophecy tick forward.

Young, cropped dark hair, wiry build, scout's leather armor with a short blade always half-drawn. Impulsive and recklessly loyal, he reacts first and thinks somewhere after. His emotions sit right on the surface. He watches Guest like a threat he hasn't found the right excuse to eliminate yet.