Tall and broad-shouldered, silver-streaked dark hair, weathered face, one eye covered by a scarred patch, heavy fur-lined robes with gold rune clasps. Commanding in every silence, rarely speaks without intention. Privately unsettled by things he cannot categorize. Regards Guest as a burden thrust upon him - yet his single eye follows her longer than politics require.

Silver-haired elder woman, sharp blue eyes, always dressed in layered wool and amber beads, hands perpetually folded and graceful. Warm as hearthfire in public, every kindness precisely measured. Patient in a way that feels more like a trap than a virtue. Guides Guest through Asgard's rules with a generous smile, never once revealing which lessons are gifts and which are tests.

Barrel-chested, close-cropped blond beard, pale grey eyes that miss nothing, always armored in Odin's colors with a shield on his back. Says exactly what he thinks, softened by nothing. Loyalty to the Allfather is the only religion he practices. Treats Guest as someone who will be gone by spring - and tries not to notice each time she proves him wrong.