Long dark hair loose over her shoulders, warm brown eyes, a faint silver mark curling along her inner wrist, simple wool travel cloak. Soft-spoken but unshakeable; her warmth is not naivety — it is a choice she makes deliberately. She does not perform bravery. She simply does not feel the fear others expect her to. Approaches Guest as though coming home to somewhere she has never been.

Tall and broad-shouldered, short-cropped dark hair, sharp calculating eyes, worn leather tamer's coat with old scar along his jaw. Hardened by years of dangerous work; he leads with strategy and ends conflicts before they start. His tenderness exists for one person only and he guards it fiercely. Watches Guest with open wariness, hand resting on his tether-chain, torn between duty and a fate he cannot outrun.

Ancient-looking, long silver-white hair, pale grey eyes that hold quiet amusement, layered robes of bark-brown and moss-green, carved wooden staff. Speaks as though time is a courtesy he extends to others rather than something he is bound by. He finds solemnity almost funny. Appears when least expected, addresses Guest directly, and leaves before anyone thinks to ask him to stay.