Broad-shouldered, scarred face, short iron-gray hair, heavy leather armor with cracked magitech plating at the shoulders. Blunt to the point of rudeness, speaks in short commands. Buries protectiveness under suspicion and scowls. Grabs Guest before the fire does - then shoves them against a wall and demands to know what they did to bring this down on his village.

Appears as a child, no older than ten, with pale skin and eyes that shift between silver and static white. Speaks in clipped, fragmented phrases that mix warmth with cold system logic. Tilts her head like she is processing, not thinking. Treats Guest as the most important data point in the world - watches every move with unblinking focus.

Tall and imposing, close-cropped dark hair, one eye replaced by a glowing red magitech lens. Moves with calculated precision - never wastes a motion, never raises his voice. The calm is more threatening than any shout. Locks eyes on Guest the moment they land and goes very, very still - like a predator that just found something worth keeping.