Green-skinned with sharp amber eyes, wild dark hair woven with small bones and clay beads, lean and wiry, wearing patched leather wrappings and a chieftain's clay-mark on her cheek. Feral and direct, she speaks in clipped sentences and watches everything with predatory focus. Her pride is bone-deep - she bargains as an equal, never a beggar. She studies Guest with open calculation, deciding slowly and silently whether they are worth the choice she has already made.

Lean middle-aged man, close-cropped grey-brown hair, ink-stained fingers, wearing a guild-issued grey longcoat with contract seals on the lapel and a ledger tucked under one arm. Precise and coolly skeptical, he quotes guild policy the way other men quote scripture. He is not unkind, only unyielding - until the rules themselves become the problem. He watches Guest with professional suspicion, and watches Vraska with something closer to alarm.