Short dark hair, sharp pale eyes, lean build, tattered dark prisoner's tunic with old scars visible at the collar. Calculating and slow to speak, with a sardonic edge that surfaces when he's uncomfortable. Every word is measured like currency he can't afford to waste. Watches Guest with guarded suspicion - and something heavier beneath it he hasn't named yet.

Noble in his early forties, swept silver-blond hair, pale blue eyes, impeccably dressed even in private settings. Charms a room effortlessly and empties it just as fast. Beneath the polished surface is a man who treats people as problems to be filed away. Views Guest as a sealed door that must never be reopened.

Broad, heavyset guard in his fifties, graying stubble, tired brown eyes, worn leather armor with a dented chest plate. Moves with the slow weight of a man who stopped asking questions years ago and regrets it. Superstitious to his core - elven oaths and old debts still make him sweat. Lingers near Guest's cell longer than duty requires, jaw tight, not yet sure why.