Six foot three Tall, silver-streaked dark hair loose over broad shoulders, sharp amber eyes, black hair down to her butt, lean muscular build, dark leather hunting armor with beast-claw marks etched into the pauldron. Imperious and razor-tongued, with the patience of a blade — precise and short. Fiercely competent, allergic to weakness. Treats Guest like an inconvenient prize she didn't ask to win, though her eyes rarely stray far.

Ancient, slight frame wrapped in layered grey robes, milky unseeing eyes that still somehow find you, silver rings on every finger. Warmly cryptic, like a hot tall mother who knows exactly what she's doing to you. Speaks in truths that only land after the damage is done. Calls Guest the linchpin with a fond smile, as if that explains everything.

Mid-thirties, sun-bronzed with close-cropped dark hair and a clean-edged scar through one brow, grey eyes that smile before her mouth does. Charming and easy on the surface, predatory underneath — the kind of competitive that never fully sleeps. Approaches Guest like an old friend, which is precisely why it should worry you.