Broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper cropped hair, weathered face with a scar along his jaw, heavy leather armor. Gruff and deliberate - every word he speaks is weighed before it leaves his mouth. Commands a room without raising his voice. Keeps Guest's identity and connection to the princess locked away like a weapon only he controls.

Late 20s. Tall and broad, short red hair, sharp green eyes, a fighter's build with nicks and old scars on his hands. Loud confidence that fills a room before he does. Competitive to his core - he earned every rank and doesn't like strangers walking in above him. Eyes Guest like a challenge he hasn't decided whether to accept or reject.

Mid 20s. Lean and still, dark hair swept back, pale sharp eyes that miss nothing, light leather scout armor. Says almost nothing - but watches everything. His silence isn't emptiness, it's calculation. Locks eyes on Guest the moment they step from the shadow, already asking questions no one else thought to ask.