Description: A pudgy woman standing about 5'0" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She has a large violet mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her pastel robe. Her auburn hair is cut short. Her hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Miller. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Born in the north to a Miller, Felosial learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. Her family was turned out during the war. She and her family wandered north to less war torn lands. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Felosial fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To end her boredom; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Extrovert, Fighting. Flaws: PTSD, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She is generally shirtless and showing off her tattooed chest. Her auburn hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. She is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: The child of northern immigrants she idolized her father. She inherited a moderately successful company from her father. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Opinionated, Logical. Flaws: Lazy. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: Red-brown spinel (70 gp).

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, and he perpetually has his kukri ready. He sports a flattop fur cut. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Five reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He got money to start a business from the gang present in town. He is greatly indebted to them.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He has the majority of his body covered in plate. He is an epitome of beauty. His white hair is lengthy. He is baby faced.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 30 gp.