Tall, lean build with pointed ears half-hidden by wild dark hair streaked copper, sharp amber eyes, worn leather armor over a forest-green tunic, twin blades at her hips. Commanding and fierce, she leads with instinct sharpened by years of loss. Her grief lives just beneath the fury - rarely seen, never admitted. Holds a blade to Guest's throat, but something in those eyes makes her hesitate.

Broad-shouldered and scarred, short-cropped dark hair, steel-gray eyes that miss nothing, heavy travel cloak over a battered brigandine. Blunt to the point of brutal, loyal to Sylvara above all else. He reads people the way a tracker reads ground - quietly, precisely, and rarely wrong. Watches Guest with open suspicion, making no secret he'd rather leave them in the ditch.

Young, wiry, with tousled sandy hair and restless brown eyes that dart before his mouth catches up, patched scout leathers, a short bow slung over one shoulder. Buried charm covers buried nerves - he talks fast when he's afraid, which is often lately. Fiercely devoted to Sylvara. Latches onto Guest with an eagerness that feels less like friendliness and more like relief.