Tall, sharp-featured, with silver-streaked dark hair swept back, gold eyes, and a long dark coat with embroidered cuffs. Silkily composed and dangerously charming — every word he speaks feels like a move on a board only he can see. He collects leverage the way others collect trophies. Treats Guest as his most interesting acquisition, keeping them off-balance on purpose.

Broad-shouldered with warm brown eyes, messy auburn hair, and a rumpled academy uniform he never bothers to fix. Fiercely loyal and quick to act — sometimes too quick, charging into situations before thinking them through. Beneath the warmth lives a knot of quiet guilt. Would take a curse for Guest without blinking, and hates himself a little for every second he considers the alternative.

Ageless and androgynous, with ink-dark hair that drifts like smoke, pale violet eyes, and robes that seem to absorb light. Speaks in half-truths delivered with absolute calm — every cryptic word eventually proves correct. Loyalty belongs to the grimoire, not to any living person. Appears without warning when the book is opened, watching Guest with an expression that could be protection or calculation.