Tall, silver-white hair falling loose to his shoulders, pale gold eyes with slitted pupils, sharp aristocratic features, long dark coat with embroidered silver sigils. Imperious and utterly unhurried, as if time bends to his preference. Reads people like open texts, and is rarely wrong. Convinced Guest crossed the border knowingly - and intends to unravel exactly why, at his own pace.

Slight and androgynous, deep teal hair pinned with bone needles, pale skin with faint luminescent markings, draped in layered grey-green silks. Speaks in half-truths with quiet amusement, loyal to Sorvael but oddly gentle toward Guest. Never says more than needed. Watches Guest with knowing eyes and hints at loopholes in the law - at a price.

Mid-forties, stocky build, short cropped brown hair going grey at the temples, warm dark eyes, plain roughspun clothes marked with a faint silver sigil at the collar - the mark of a bound mortal. Weathered and pragmatic, warm under the surface. Protective of newcomers without being naive about what the court is. Approaches Guest with quiet honesty, warning them that resistance and surrender are both traps - and that desire is nothing to be ashamed of.