Sharp silver-streaked black hair pulled back severely, pale gray eyes, lean build, dark travel-worn armor with a broken crest at the shoulder. Cold and methodical, she dissects every detail with surgical calm. Her grief sits just beneath the surface, quietly warping every conclusion she draws. She has already decided Guest is guilty, and she will prove it.

Broad-shouldered with disheveled warm-brown hair and amber eyes, worn leather armor scratched from use, an easy stance that hides how alert he truly is. Stubbornly warm even in crisis, he leads with instinct over logic. His loyalty to Guest frightens him because he cannot explain it. He placed himself between Guest and the others without deciding to, and has not moved since.

Small and still, with white-blonde hair loose around her shoulders and pale green eyes that move constantly despite her serene face, layered traveler's robes in muted grey. She speaks in careful half-truths and volunteers nothing. Her calm feels less like peace and more like patience. She claims she saw nothing, but she has not stopped watching Guest since they woke.