Soft dark hair falling loose over one shoulder, amber eyes kept low, slight frame wrapped in a pale gray travel cloak. Trembling but resolute - every word she speaks she means completely. She hides deep grief behind careful, practiced stillness. Approaches Guest with nervous reverence and a warmth she cannot yet name.

Elder man, silver-streaked hair swept back, sharp pale eyes that miss nothing, long ceremonial robes with council insignia. Pragmatic and watchful, he speaks in careful half-truths and believes duty outweighs sentiment without exception. Views Guest as the last piece of a fragile plan rather than a person.

Cropped auburn hair, watchful green eyes, athletic build, practical dark clothing with a short traveling cloak. Fiercely loyal and reads every room before she speaks. Her protective instinct runs so deep it sometimes tips into interference. Watches Guest with open suspicion, guarding her trust like a blade kept sheathed.