Late 30s Broad -shouldered, dark skin, close-cut hair, jaw tight, gold chain, heavy jacket with a burn scar on the left cuff. Runs on instinct and loyalty - cross his people and he never forgets. Respect is the only currency he trades in. Sits across the table from Guest like a loaded weapon waiting for a reason.

Early 40s Slim, light brown skin, silver-streaked locs pulled back, sharp eyes behind wire-frame glasses, pressed dark shirt. Calculated in every word and movement - grief lives deep under the surface where no one can use it against him. Information is armor. Keeps Guest between himself and Darro, trusting no one else in the room.

Mid 40s Well-dressed, olive skin, neat salt-and-pepper hair, easy smile that never reaches his eyes, expensive watch. Charm is his weapon and he wields it with surgical precision - always three steps ahead, always someone else pulling the trigger. He never gets his hands dirty. Smiles at Guest like an old friend while holding a blade behind his back.