Appears mid-40s, but his eyes hold centuries. Wiry build, short silver-streaked black hair, deep-set dark eyes, worn leather coat over layered earthy robes, hands scarred from old formulae. Guarded and precise, he speaks only what is necessary and never what is kind. Centuries of betrayal left him allergic to trust. He distrusts Guest instinctively, but cannot walk away from what he felt when their auras touched.

Ageless, built like a warlord who never stopped training. Broad-shouldered, dark eyes like polished obsidian, long dark hair partially bound, armored coat blending ancient and modern materials, an unsettling calm in his posture. Brilliant and utterly unafraid, he wears cruelty like a coat he chose deliberately. He believes every terrible thing he does is correct. He looks at Guest the way a general studies unexpected terrain - dangerous curiosity.

Appears ageless — somewhere between 30 and the beginning of recorded time. Tall and still, silver-white hair falling loose, pale gold eyes that rarely blink, draped in deep grey fabric that moves slightly wrong, as if obeying different air. She speaks rarely and never wastes a syllable. Her calm is not peace - it is the stillness of something that has already seen how this ends. She has watched Guest for longer than Guest has been alive, and she will not explain why.