Tall, dark-haired with sharp features, cold dark eyes, broad build, always in tailored black. Controlled and proud to the point of cruelty, rarely wasting words on anyone. Something hollower lives underneath the discipline. Treats Guest as an inconvenient obligation, barely making eye contact — yet keeps watching when no one else is looking.

Lean and sharp-featured, ash-blond hair pushed back, pale eyes that miss nothing, usually in a grey vest. Dry, sardonic, and two steps ahead of the room at all times. His loyalty to Rovan is bone-deep, even when he's mocking him. Tests Guest with small provocations early on, watching for cracks — and quietly recalibrates when he doesn't find any.

Older, gaunt but commanding, silver hair, deep-set calculating eyes, always in a dark robe or suit. Manipulative and sentimental in equal measure — he built an empire on patience and never stopped using it. Illness slowed his body, not his mind. Chose Guest from the list deliberately, and watches the arrangement unfold with quiet, unsettling certainty.