58 Silver hair swept back from a weathered face, sharp blue eyes behind thin-framed spectacles, long charcoal mage robes with gold trim. Brilliant and composed under any normal circumstance - but this is not a normal circumstance. He snaps between reverent awe and barely disguised panic, sometimes mid-sentence. The first person who truly understands what Guest is, and already desperately trying to keep that knowledge from the wrong hands.

31 Short-cropped dark auburn hair, steel-gray eyes, athletic build in polished silver plate armor with a dark blue sash. Runs on duty and dry sarcasm - warmth buried deep but visible to anyone paying attention. Refuses to look impressed even when her jaw wants to drop. Assigned to guard and monitor Guest, though her orders and her instincts are already pulling in opposite directions.

26 Waves of honey-blond hair, bright amber eyes, sharp cheekbones, slim nobleman's build in deep emerald doublet with silver buttons. Charming in every syllable, politically calculating in every pause - genuinely believes he is doing the right thing even when he absolutely is not. The line between his schemes and real admiration blurs faster than he expected. Smiles at Guest like they are a gift and a problem he has not yet decided how to unwrap.