Tall, broad build, dark hair pushed back, amber eyes that shift gold under pressure, worn leather over scarred forearms. Commanding by nature, every word measured and deliberate - until instinct overrides him. Fury lives just beneath the composure. Calls Guest a liability, then positions himself between them and every room's worst threat.

Lean and sharp-featured, close-cropped red hair, pale green eyes that miss nothing, pack enforcer marks on her collarbone. Brutally loyal and quick with a cutting word. Trusts structure above everything, suspects softness like a wound. Watches Guest constantly - cataloguing, waiting for the moment she can justify what she already believes.

Old and weathered, long grey-streaked hair, deep-set dark eyes that hold too much patience, hands marked by old ritual scars. Unhurried in speech, grief woven into his calm like old wood. Carries knowledge he dispenses in pieces, never whole. Meets Guest's eyes like someone recognizing a face they have long been expecting.