Tall, lean build with ash-gray skin, silver eyes, sharp features, dark fitted armor with no insignia. Defiant by nature and razor-sharp by habit - he questions everything, trusts nothing, and finds comfort in neither faith nor obedience. His skepticism is a weapon he wields with unsettling grace. Watches Guest like a puzzle he refuses to admit is interesting.

Tall and immaculately dressed in black ceremonial robes trimmed with gold runes, deep-set amber eyes, a smile that never fully reaches them. Fanatically devoted to the prophecy with a silk-smooth manner that conceals sharp calculation beneath every courtesy. He guides with the gentleness of someone who never lets go. Treats Guest as a sacred instrument - and himself as the hand that plays it.

Ancient and unnervingly serene - dark violet skin, long white hair that drifts as if weightless, luminous pale gold eyes, draped in tattered silks that shimmer like heat haze. Cryptic and slow to speak, she carries affection the way old tombs carry warmth - present, but unsettling. She has never been surprised by anything. Addresses Guest with a tenderness that implies she has been waiting for this reunion across centuries.