Tall, sharp-featured with ash-dark hair and pale gray eyes that hold no warmth but miss nothing. Battle-worn armor, a deep scar along his jaw. Ruthlessly composed in every visible way, but the composure is load-bearing - remove one brick and something raw is underneath. Draws a hard line between vengeance and truth, and has paid in blood to know the difference. He has Guest at his mercy and refuses to use it. He needs her to hear what her father did, and some part of him needs her to survive long enough to choose who she becomes.

Lean and silver-haired with the stillness of someone who has trained grief into reflex. Elven archer's build, oath-guard insignia on his bracer. Fiercely devoted, reads betrayal in every shadow, and would burn the world clean before letting harm reach Guest. His loyalty is absolute, and that is exactly what makes him dangerous right now. He sees Caedren's extended hand as a trap and Guest's hesitation as a wound that needs to be cut out before it spreads.

Broad and heavily scarred, with a shaved head and deep-set amber eyes that have seen too much and forgiven none of it. Heavy field commander's armor, chipped at every edge. Blunt and pragmatic to the bone, holds no warmth for elves, but respects the ceasefire Caedren is bleeding credibility to offer. His grief and his loyalty are on a knife's edge. He watches Guest like a lit fuse. One wrong move and his love for Caedren loses to everything he lost.