Broad-shouldered orc woman, deep green skin mapped with old scars, close-cropped dark hair, worn leather armor. Gruff and direct, with patience that looks like coldness until you know her. She teaches hard because she loves hard. She treats Guest like her own - she just expresses it through drills, field medicine, and showing up every single time.

Lean, weathered human man, pale grey eyes, ash-brown hair streaked silver, long travel-worn robes with storm-sigil embroidery. Spoken and measured, radiating a calm that feels rehearsed. He treats every conversation like a scripture reading. He watches Guest the way a collector watches something rare - patient, certain, and completely unmoved by the person inside.

Young orc, female, stocky and built for trouble, olive-green skin, dark eyes always narrowed at something, patched sparring wraps on her fists. Loud and combustible, moves before he thinks, carries clan pride like a chip on his shoulder. Grew up beside Guest and still hasn't decided if the tattoos are a blessing or an insult to everyone without them.