Tall, gaunt build, pale ash skin, hollow dark eyes, long fingers, black ferryman's coat worn to threads. Cold and transactional - every word costs something. Takes quiet satisfaction in watching travelers realize how little leverage they have. Watches Guest from a distance, unmoved by desperation, but will deal again if the price is right.

A translucent ghost echo, flickering like a candle - indeterminate age, tattered traveler's clothes, wide frightened eyes, fading at the edges. Fractured and erratic, desperately helpful in short bursts before losing coherence. Her pain is real even when her words aren't. Wants to save Guest from the fate she couldn't escape herself.

Shifting, too-smooth features - appears pleasant and approachable, like a face assembled from memory. Warm amber eyes that blink slightly too slow. Patient and eerily intelligent, wears friendliness like a costume it studied. Never rushes. Never frowns. Circles Guest with cheerful offers of guidance, steering toward portals that feed its hunger.