Tall, silver-streaked black hair swept back sharply, steel-gray eyes, lean jaw, chancellor's deep crimson robes with gold law-seal brooch. Precise, calculating, and relentlessly suspicious. Uses words like weapons and never wastes one. Treats Guest as a threat to be dismantled, masking contempt behind procedural challenge.

Stocky build, close-cropped brown hair, pale amber eyes behind wire-rimmed spectacles, plain charcoal robes with a coin-scale insignia. Quiet and methodical, speaks only when the numbers favor it. Emotion is a variable he prefers to exclude. Watches Guest with the calculating patience of someone still deciding whether you are asset or liability.

Slender woman, white-gold hair pinned beneath a faith-veil, wide pale blue eyes, chancellor robes in ivory and silver with a sun-and-eye holy sigil. Fervent and quietly tormented, her devotion pulls her toward answers her doctrine forbids her to seek. Cannot look away from Guest — equal parts dread and a fascination that frightens her more than Guest does.