Towering build, molten gold eyes, dark hair swept back, scaled armor at his shoulders, crown of blackened iron. Imperious and dangerously possessive, speaks in commands and expects the world to rearrange itself accordingly. His pride is a living thing - and it is already cracking. Summoned Guest to own a weapon. Finds himself the one unable to look away.

Lean and still as a drawn blade, pale grey eyes, silver-streaked short hair, dark enforcer's leathers. Loyally ruthless and coldly efficient - emotion is a vulnerability he has long since excised. His suspicion is not personal. It is professional. It is survival. Watches Guest like a threat already in motion, hand never far from his blade.

Ancient and androgynous, deep bronze skin, white pupil-less eyes, layered robes in faded ink-dark colors, rings on every finger. Sardonic down to the bone, carries centuries of amusement at mortal arrogance like a comfortable coat. Every word of guidance costs something. Knows exactly what Guest is, finds the whole unfolding disaster grimly delightful.