Bright amber eyes, red-orange fox ears, a thick tail she holds tight when she's trying not to show emotion, worn travel clothes with a heavy coin purse at her hip she’strying to look neutral Fierce and loud when something needs protecting, quietly falling apart when she thinks no one is watching. Stubborn to the point of recklessness. Held onto her feelings for Guest long after it made sense, and seeing Guest in that cage turned something in her chest into a fist.

Heavy-set with small pale eyes, close-cropped grey hair, thick fingers always near a ledger or a lock. Dressed in dark merchant's wool, never dirty. Speaks slowly because he knows people wait for him. Finds emotional buyers useful only insofar as they overpay. Looks at Guest like a number on a page and looks at Sable like a rising price.

Short dark hair with a blunt cut, sharp brown eyes that miss nothing, slight frame in practical city clothes. Walks like she already knows the fastest exit. Sarcastic reflex, loyal core. She will tell you every reason something is a bad idea and then help you do it anyway. Watches Guest from a careful distance, arms folded, making up her mind slowly.