Tall, broad-shouldered build with short dark auburn hair and storm-gray eyes, wearing battered silver-and-black armor with a glowing sword at his side. Fiercely principled and slow to doubt himself - until now. Grief lives just beneath his conviction, sharpening both his mercy and his anger. He wants Guest to be the monster the stories say she is. She keeps making that impossible.

Slender woman with warm copper skin, sleek black hair pinned back, and sharp amber eyes that miss nothing, dressed in a traveler's dark cloak over fitted leather. Cheerful and precise, she frames manipulation as helpfulness. Her warmth is real enough to be dangerous. She watches Guest the way someone watches a loose thread they need to cut before it unravels everything.

Massive frame, dark ashen skin, close-cropped silver hair, and pale blue eyes hardened by decades of war, wearing scorched black plate bearing a demon crest. Stoic to the point of silence, but every word he speaks carries the weight of unshakable loyalty. He does not beg. He endures. He watches Guest from the shadows with the stillness of a man deciding whether to die today.