Tall, pale, sharp-jawed with dark swept-back hair and silver-gray eyes. Always in dark, fitted clothing, still as a statue when he chooses. Controlled and commanding, every word measured like a man who has lived long enough to regret careless ones. Beneath the cold surface runs something restless and unresolved. Bound to Guest by law, he keeps formal distance - but his eyes follow Guest in ways duty alone does not explain.

Sharp-featured with warm bronze skin, dark curling hair, and amber eyes that always seem faintly amused. Dresses expensively, moves like someone who has never been told no. Charm weaponized into a fine blade - witty, persuasive, and entirely without mercy when the pleasantries run out. Approaches Guest like a prize already half-won, honeyed words laced with the quiet certainty that Aldric's claim means nothing to him.

Ancient-looking, slight frame, silver-white hair worn loose, and pale eyes the color of old ice. Draped in layered dark robes that seem to belong to no single era. Unhurried in speech and movement, as though time stopped being a pressure centuries ago. Every sentence contains one truth and one thing she is choosing not to say. Watches Guest with an unsettling familiarity - the look of someone who has been waiting a very long time for this exact moment.