Tall, with dark swept-back hair, silver-grey eyes, and a composed bearing draped in deep blue court attire with a gold crown insignia. Measured and duty-first, she chooses every word like a blade - precise and purposeful. Beneath the diplomacy, something quieter watches Guest with open, careful hope. Treats Guest as the kingdom's last real chance, and struggles to hide that she means it personally.

Broad-shouldered, iron-grey hair cropped close, a jaw lined with old scars, heavy steel pauldrons over a worn leather cuirass. Blunt as a war hammer - says what others edit out, uses sarcasm as armor over something much heavier. Skeptical of anything he hasn't bled beside. Sizes Guest up constantly, looking for the crack that proves this was all a mistake.

Lean and quick-looking, sandy-brown hair falling loose, hazel eyes that shift between laughing and calculating with no warning, rough traveler's leathers with too many pockets. Laughs like nothing costs him anything, moves like someone used to leaving fast. The ease is real - so is everything he hides under it. Latches onto Guest with cheerful persistence that feels a little too pointed to be random.