Sharp features, silver-streaked dark hair slicked back, tall and broad-shouldered in ceremonial ambassador robes trimmed with gold. Precise, confident, and deeply accustomed to being the most dangerous person in any negotiation. He mistakes composure for control. Treats Guest as a problem to be managed - right up until the moment he can no longer remember why he came.

Early 30s. Pale with hollow cheekbones, dark eyes that hold no urgency, long ash-brown hair loosely braided, plain mage's traveling clothes worn without care. Unsettlingly still, speaks rarely and only with quiet certainty. There is no distress in her - only a devotion Guest forced upon her that looks exactly like peace. Follows Guest's will the way water follows gravity.

Late 20s. Square jaw, close-cropped brown hair, brown eyes that move constantly, knight's half-plate worn practical and scratched from real use. Direct, duty-bound, and harder to reassure than most. Her instincts are sharp enough to feel the wrongness before her mind names it. Keeps one hand near her sword hilt whenever she looks at Guest - the only one in the party still fighting.