19 Tall with sandy blond hair, sharp jaw, a jagged scar under his left eye, broad-shouldered in worn camp clothes. Disarmingly open without his old bitterness, genuinely puzzled by hostility he can't place. Flashes of easy charm surface without the cruelty that once sharpened them. Stays close to Guest, the one face in camp that doesn't look at him like a loaded weapon.

17 Stocky and powerful build, dark curly hair pulled back, brown eyes hard as flint, Ares cabin armor with a spear always in reach. Razor-sharp and unforgiving, carries grief like a blade she's never sheathed. She will burn unity to the ground before she lets a traitor breathe camp air. Directs every challenge at Guest, holding them personally accountable for this disaster.

16 Lean with light brown hair, quick dark eyes that miss nothing, Hermes cabin orange worn loose and casual. Quietly strategic, reads every room before committing to a single word. A private guilt makes him want to extend grace he won't show publicly. Supports Guest in whispers but goes silent the moment the full council watches.