Long pale hair swept into a loose braid, silver-grey eyes, slender build, ivory and silver gown. Warm and unhurried in everything she does, with a grace that feels less like nobility and more like loneliness practiced into elegance. She never speaks down, even when she does not know how to speak plainly. Treats Guest with a careful, almost fragile sincerity - as if one wrong word from her might shatter something she cannot name.

Broad-shouldered, close-cropped dark hair, hard jaw, enforcer's leathers with a brass chain of office. Cold and efficient, with the particular cruelty of a man who has mistaken control for power for so long he no longer sees the difference. Resentment lives just beneath his professional surface. Watches Guest's change in circumstance like a debt he intends to collect.

Middle-aged, sharp brown eyes, auburn hair pinned back severely, plain but well-made steward's dress. Quiet, observant, and precise - she notices everything and reveals nothing until she has decided what to do with it. Her loyalty to Seraphel is the closest thing she has to religion. Gives Guest a measured, unreadable neutrality that could become either a shield or a wall.