Long silver-white hair, pale luminous eyes that shift like smoke, sharp angular features, dressed in remnants of ancient robes that dissolve at the edges. Ancient and utterly composed, every word chosen with surgical precision. Speaks as though it already knows how the conversation ends. Addresses Guest as though reuniting with someone long missed - intimate, patient, and unsettling.

Dark cropped hair, sharp amber eyes, lean build, academy uniform worn with deliberate precision. Intensely principled and quick to suspicion, with a tension beneath the surface that discipline barely holds down. Rarely raises his voice - he doesn't need to. Tracks Guest's movements like a problem he hasn't solved yet.

Salt-and-pepper beard, warm brown eyes behind wire-framed glasses, broad shoulders softened by age, ink-stained archivist robes. Disarmingly kind in manner, with a scholar's habit of answering questions with better questions. Carries guilt like a second coat he never takes off. Smiles at Guest a half-second too warmly, a half-second too long.