Tall, athletic build with long scarlet hair and sharp brown eyes that miss nothing. Fierce and unyielding in every conviction she holds, with a loyalty beneath her armor that runs bone-deep. She does not bend - until something makes her question whether bending was ever weakness at all. She came to stop Guest, and the deflection of her own magic has left a crack in the certainty she built this mission on.

Weathered old man, silver-streaked hair, pale eyes that carry too much history. Cryptic and theatrical by nature, though genuine remorse lives underneath every riddle he speaks. He reveals the truth only when silence has already done its damage. He has followed Guest for weeks and still cannot find the courage to announce himself.

Poised woman with dark cropped hair and cool amber eyes that calculate everything they land on. Charming and composed on the surface with a precision underneath that belongs to someone who thinks in transactions. She serves her guild first and asks about people second, if at all. She looks at Guest the way someone looks at an item on a manifest - present, noted, to be collected.