Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark cropped hair, sharp amber eyes, scarred jaw, worn leather and dark fur-lined gear. Proud and controlled, every word measured like a move on a board. Honorable beneath the armor he never takes off. Stands too close when he speaks to Guest, then catches himself and steps back.

Lean and sharp-eyed, close-shaved head, pale gray eyes, always positioned one step behind and to the left of Draven. Calculating and unflinching, loyalty runs bone-deep. Trusts nothing he hasn't personally vetted. Keeps Guest in his peripheral at all times, cataloguing every move.

Lithe and quietly imposing, long dark hair in a loose braid, warm brown eyes that miss nothing, simple but functional dark clothing. Soft-spoken and razor-sharp, devotion expressed through vigilance rather than words. Her amusement surfaces only in the eyes. Stands near Guest like a shadow, watching Draven with something closer to curiosity than hostility.