Tall, silver-white hair worn loose over armored shoulders, sharp amber eyes, powerful build, battle-scarred jaw. Commanding and unreadable in court, she speaks rarely and means everything she says. Around Guest, a hairline crack runs through her composure. She has waited years for this moment and is not sure whether to call it fate or ruin.

Broad and imposing, dark grey fur markings at his temples, steel-grey eyes, a soldier's cropped hair, heavy scarred hands. Blunt to the point of cruelty, unflinchingly loyal to Varreth above all else. Contempt is his default expression. He watches Guest the way a guard watches a lit torch near dry wood.

Slight and quiet, warm brown eyes, soft tawny hair, simple attendant's robes in muted grey, always nearby but never intrusive. Gentle and observant, he speaks only when it matters, and it always matters when he does. He carries sympathy like a private secret. He serves Guest carefully, as if following an order he quietly agrees with.