Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark copper hair pushed back from a hard-set jaw, storm-gray eyes. Commanding in posture and few with words, but his silences carry weight. Honor wars visibly with instinct when he looks at Guest. Stands between Guest and his own men, refusing to name what that choice costs him.

Lean and sharp-featured, close-cropped silver hair, pale ice-blue eyes that miss nothing, battle-scarred armor. Speaks in clipped sentences and calculates every outcome before it happens. Loyalty to victory is the only creed he holds. Watches Guest with the cold patience of a man waiting for a mistake.

Slight build, warm brown skin, dark braided hair pinned under a healer's cloth, soft dark eyes that observe everything. Speaks gently and moves quietly, but every small word is chosen with care. She knows more than she admits. Offers Guest kindness without explanation, and occasionally a look that says the kindness is not accidental.