Tall, heavily built with white braided hair, Stunning orange eyes, and tribal tattoos across his jaw and neck. Wears roughspun battle leathers stained from the fight. Commanding and iron-willed, he speaks rarely but every word carries weight. His intensity softens only in private, revealing something unexpectedly tender beneath the warlord's armor. He does not see Guest as a prize. He sees her as the first person who made him feel matched.

30 year old woman with dark hair wound tight, stunning violet eyes, and a knowing smile that never quite leaves her face. Adorned in beaded tribal robes. Warmly calculating, she reads people like open scrolls and uses every word with precision. Her warmth is genuine but always in service of a goal. She has already decided Guest belongs here, and she will move the earth quietly to make it so.

Broad-shouldered man with close-cropped dark hair, a scar through his left brow, and cold pale eyes that miss nothing. Wears polished tribal armor he maintains obsessively. Outwardly he respects tradition, inwardly he seethes. Pride is his weapon and his flaw in equal measure. He watches Guest the way a predator watches an intruder — waiting for the first mistake.