Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark cropped hair, storm-gray eyes, deep scars across his jaw and left forearm, heavy fur-lined cloak over dark leather armor. Commanding and glacially cold in public, every word measured like a weapon. Beneath the iron exterior, years of denial have left something feral and desperate clawing at the surface. Locks onto Guest with an intensity that does not waver - recognition, fury, and want all converging at once.

Stocky and battle-worn, shaved head, pale amber eyes, nose broken and reset more than once, dark enforcer's leathers with a pack-seal branded on his neck. Blunt and unapologetic, he values order above everything - including comfort. Loyal to Terrin to the point of ruthlessness. Makes no effort to hide his hostility toward Guest, treating their existence as a complication to be solved.

Old and wiry, long white hair loose to his shoulders, pale clouded eyes that still miss nothing, deep-lined face, layered robes of undyed wool and animal bone charms. Speaks slowly and only when it matters, unbothered by power or threat. Has lived long enough to see the old laws bend. Watches Guest with quiet recognition, as though he has been waiting for this exact night for years.