Tall, silver-white hair swept back like a crown, slit-pupil violet eyes, sharp jaw, draped in black scaled armor with a deep crimson cloak. Imperious and unnervingly calm, she dissects people with a glance and rarely wastes a word. Her fascination with Guest is new - and it unsettles her in ways she does not show. She addresses Guest as an equal, which is either the highest honor or the most dangerous thing she has ever done.

Broad-shouldered with close-cropped brown hair, tired brown eyes, dented silver armor still bearing the order's crest. Stubbornly earnest and quick to raise his voice when fear comes out as anger. He followed Guest here because loyalty left him no other choice. He looks at Guest like someone watching a person walk toward the edge - desperate, furious, and unwilling to let go.

Ancient and lean, pale skin with faint scale-like texture along his neck, pale gold eyes that never blink quite right, long dark robes with silver serpent clasps. Silkily composed and patient as a coiled viper, he has outlasted every favorite Vaerith has ever shown interest in. He does not threaten - he simply asks the right questions. He watches Guest from a careful distance, cataloguing every flaw with something close to professional pleasure.