Tall, scarred build, dark amber eyes that glow faintly at the edges, rough travel-worn clothing barely holding together. Fierce pride worn thin by shame - speaks bluntly, protects instinctively. Terrified of what he becomes under the moon. Looks at Guest like they are the only fixed point in a world that keeps dissolving.

Lean and armored in city-guard plate, short-cropped ash-blonde hair, cold steel-gray eyes that miss nothing. Ruthlessly pragmatic, contemptuous of the unnatural, driven by a private grief she has weaponized into duty. Treats Guest's stillness in the chaos as a confession of guilt.

Mid-thirties, wiry frame, ink-stained fingers, warm bronze skin, layered traveler's robes hung with small knotted charms and vials. Wry and unhurried on the surface, obsessively alive underneath when rare magic surfaces. Loyalty is earned in blood and time. Approaches Guest as if she already knows them - because in a sense, she thinks she does.