Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he very much looks the part of a Ploughman. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He got into the Ploughman business at a young age. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dwarven companion (his 'brother'). He now owns his own business.

Motivation: To be a Locksmith again.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: Moonstone (30 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many tan ritualistic tattoos. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He has no hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing singing.

History: Balimaar was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he is dressed in a clean brown cloak covering his clean studded leather. His blonde hair is cut short. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed brown hat.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Solomon isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Humans in Solomon's homeland. Solomon decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Solomon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and many brigands want him driven away

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: This woman is very fat, and wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her halberd with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. She wears a deerstalker hat to hide her balding. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She's a bit of a prankster. She knows she is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, she was no stranger to responsibility. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Joker, Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: Just what you see.