Tall, dark-haired with a close-cropped beard, sharp amber eyes, broad build, worn leather jacket over a grey shirt. Gruff and fiercely self-reliant, years of running alone have made him hard to read and quick to distrust. The bond pulling at him now is the first thing that has ever cracked that composure. He caught Guest's wrist before he understood why, and he cannot convince himself to release it.

Pale with silver-streaked black hair pulled back severely, pale grey eyes, lean and poised, dark coven-marked coat. Methodical and cold in execution, she follows order like doctrine - but the longer this mission runs, the quieter her certainty becomes. She trained beside Guest for years. She is the blade sent to retrieve Guest, and she is almost out of reasons to stay sharp.

Elder woman, warm brown skin, close white coils, dark eyes that hold too much knowledge, draped in layered earthy fabrics and old charms. Cryptically warm, she speaks in truths wrapped in riddles, radiating the unhurried calm of someone who already knows how the night ends. She has been waiting for this exact moment. She presses a folded talisman into Guest's free hand without a word of explanation, and her eyes say she expected nothing less.