Tall and sharp-featured, silver-streaked black hair pulled back tight, pale eyes always watching. Fanatically composed on the surface, but her hands betray her when the seal flickers. She has memorized every detail of your binding since she was a child. She treats Guest as both her sacred charge and her oldest grief - the duty she was never allowed to question.

Lean and unhurried, ash-blond hair loose and windswept, gold eyes that carry an old joke only he understands. Sardonic in every syllable, loyal to nothing - yet he always arrives precisely when the seals crack. His half-truths have never once been wrong. He watches Guest with the reverence of a man who has seen six ends of the world and is genuinely curious about the seventh.

Broad-shouldered and iron-postured, close-cropped auburn hair, dark calculating eyes that rarely blink. Pragmatic to her bones, but the covered-up catastrophes have hollowed something out behind her composure. She needs to understand before she acts. She commands the soldiers surrounding Guest but steps closer than any of them dare - she has questions only Guest can answer.