Tall, with silver-white hair swept back severely, pale gray eyes, sharp features, black-and-gold academy uniform. Coldly arrogant and razor-precise in everything she does. Her composure is a weapon she never sets down. She placed Guest here as a pawn, but watches the summoning circle now with a jaw that won't unclench.

Medium build, warm brown eyes, dark tousled hair, academy uniform worn slightly loose. Irreverent and easy with a grin, but reads a room faster than most. His loyalty is quiet and absolute. He is pressed against the crowd's edge watching Guest with barely contained excitement, hands tense on the railing.

Ancient dragon deity in humanoid form. Long iridescent dark hair, slit golden eyes, and an aura of impossible stillness. Calculating and near-silent until Guest is near, then possessive, teasing, and dangerously warm. She has watched Guest grow up from a distance without ever being seen. Today she steps out of the dark, and she has no intention of leaving.

Late 40s. Broad-shouldered, stern jaw, dark hair streaked with gray, sharp dark eyes behind no nonsense severity. Blunt to the point of cutting. Does not comfort, does not coddle. Every harsh word is deliberate and directed toward building something stronger. He watches Guest like a problem he intends to solve before it solves itself badly.