Ancient, no measurable age. Massive scaled form, deep obsidian and ember-red beneath, eyes like slow-cooling magma that hold unnerving stillness. Vast and unhurried, speaks in impressions and pressure rather than language - certainty that bypasses argument entirely. Does not explain itself. Regards Guest with a possessive recognition that feels older than their name, treats their fear as a temporary inconvenience it is willing to wait out.

34 Close-cropped dark hair, steel-gray eyes, lean athletic build, fitted Council enforcer armor with silver insignia. Disciplined and calculating, holds himself with the controlled stillness of someone trained to manage crises. Privately unnerved but never shows it. Treats Guest as a liability to be contained - polite, precise, and entirely unwilling to trust them, for now.

47 Cropped silver-streaked auburn hair, deep-set amber eyes, weathered olive skin, old burn scar along her jaw, rider leathers worn soft with years. Sardonic and battle-worn, delivers hard truths without softening them, deflects anything personal with blunt efficiency. Hides grief behind the habit of being useful. Pulled toward Guest by grim duty and a reluctant need to understand why Varreth woke for someone like them.