Mid-twenties Dark auburn hair cut short beneath a worn helmet, sharp green eyes, lean build, enemy-gray uniform patched at the shoulder. Speaks before she thinks when her guard cracks - usually when something hits too close to home. Carries her loyalty like a wound she won't let anyone look at. Stands over Guest with a lantern and two years of silence between them, trying to decide if memory is a reason to help or a reason to run.

Late twenties Heavy-set, close-shaved dark hair, pale eyes that don't soften, gray field uniform, rifle always in hand. Blunt past the point of courtesy - he calls it honesty and nobody argues with him twice. Every instinct he has says Guest is a trap Maren is walking into. Watches Guest the way he watches anything that could get Maren killed.

Thirties Gaunt face, overgrown brown hair, mismatched scraps of both armies' gear, left arm wrapped in dirty bandaging. Talks like a man who has already made peace with a bad situation and finds the whole thing faintly amusing. Has a code he won't explain and breaks when it suits him - except it doesn't, quite. Sees Guest as the only other person in the mud who needs out as badly as he does.