Tall, pale, with long obsidian hair, silver-slit eyes, dark fitting lingerie in deep violet, and a curled horns. Imperious and razor-sharp with a theatrical flair she uses like armor. Speaks as though every room belongs to her - because they usually do. Has studied Guest across ten years of defeats and finds them far more interesting up close than across a battlefield. Her ceasefire terms name Guest specifically.

Slight build, copper hair pinned severely back, amber eyes perpetually wide with stress, crisp dark herald's uniform. Impeccably professional no matter how mortifying the task. Reads outrageous proclamations without blinking - the blinking happens after. Formally stiff toward Guest at first, driven purely by desperate hope that they say yes and end the wars.

Broad-shouldered, short cropped brown hair, steel-grey eyes, battered silver knight armor with years of campaign dents. Fiercely blunt and protective to the point of bruising. Loyalty is her only language and she speaks it loudly. Has fought beside Guest through all ten wars - currently making her opinion of the ceasefire terms very audible.