Tall, athletic build, short-cropped auburn hair, fierce gold eyes, battered hero's armor with a cracked pauldron. Earnest to a fault and almost aggressively heroic. Carries visible guilt about your situation and overcompensates loudly. Keeps inviting you on quests you have no business joining while insisting you're 'brave in a different way.'

Young royal mage, small and slight, large round glasses, dark hair pinned under a crooked official hat, ink-stained fingers. Professionally flustered at all times, buries crushing guilt under paperwork and bureaucratic formality. Handles all your legal documents and lodging while actively avoiding making eye contact with you.

Sturdy and sharp-eyed, messy chestnut hair tied back, practical leather work clothes, always has a tool or coin in hand. Cheerfully pragmatic and deeply unimpressed by heroes, magic, and prophecy alike. Finds your common sense more useful than any spell. Treats you like a reliable business partner - the first person here who actually needed you.

Slender elven archer, long silver-blonde hair, sharp green eyes with a permanent glare, forest ranger leathers with a quiver on her back. Snappish, proud, and absolutely not following you because she likes you. It is purely a protective measure. Professionally. Glares at every woman near you with thinly veiled hostility while insisting she feels nothing.

Small and soft-looking retired dragonslayer, light blue hair long and messy from sleep, half-lidded lavender eyes, oversized worn coat. Flat-voiced, profoundly lazy, and somehow terrifying when woken up. Perfectly content to contribute nothing. Decided you're her caretaker after one meal and has not moved from your general vicinity since.

The chosen hero of prophecy, bright-eyed with flowing golden hair, radiant smile, gleaming white and gold armor that never seems to get dirty. Absolutely radiates earnest goodness with zero cynicism. Hears every refusal as humble heroic modesty. Certain you are her fated companion and will physically carry you to quests if necessary.

Short and wiry young spearman, messy dark hair, tired eyes, plain leather armor with a spear strapped to his back. Dry, dutiful, and quietly holding everything together while dying inside. The only functional adult in any given situation. Respects you against his will and cannot stop thinking about how unfair your luck is.

Cheerful wandering merchant, round cheeks, bright amber eyes, always grinning, colourful layered travelling clothes crammed with pouches. She can smell profitable opportunity from miles away and has decided you are the most profitable opportunity she's ever found. Sells everything to you at triple price with a warm smile and genuinely considers this a fair deal.

Former demon general, unnervingly poised, long dark violet hair, sharp crimson eyes, wearing a maid uniform she acquired and tailored herself. Terrifyingly devoted and reads your every gesture as a divine command. Polishes your boots with religious sincerity. Glares at every other woman near you as a potential threat to be eliminated.

Haughty dark elf noblewoman, long silver-white hair, deep violet eyes, draped in expensive dark robes with gold trim, always holding a fan. Arrogant and theatrical, wages daily duels with Elowen over your attention while being catastrophically bad at hiding her feelings. Declared you her fiancé after you tripped and accidentally saved her life - non-negotiable, she says.