Long silver-blonde hair pinned back unevenly, pointed ears, wide amber eyes, ink-stained clerk's robes. Anxious and over-apologetic with strangers, but quietly fierce with people she trusts. She knows more about the creature than the scroll says - and it shows. Flustered by Guest's calm, terrified they won't return from the job she handed them.

Dark tousled hair, sharp green eyes, lean build, worn leather traveling coat with too many pockets. Deflects everything serious with a smirk and a quip, but reads a room better than anyone. He guards his own emotions like state secrets. Latches onto Guest with thin excuses, drawn to someone whose walls match his own.

Appears as a pale woman of indeterminate age, white hair drifting as if underwater, silver-grey eyes that hold no reflection. Speaks in half-truths and weighted silences, carrying the exhaustion of a hundred years of watching mortals fall. Her sorrow is ancient and very quiet. Finds something unsettling in Guest - warns them in riddles that feel uncomfortably like she already knows their grief.