Description: This late middle aged woman is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior and is in decent physical shape. Her brown hair is knotted and matted. Her black eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She is unhospitable to her core. Her small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. She is ready at a moment's notice to give into her darker urges. She is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. She often ends up burning people alive in the fires she starts.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Ishte took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up bow and armor she uses now. Recently she has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: Seeks redemption; and she feels that her past leaves her morally obligated to help

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 1 Chain shirt.

Description: She wears just a brown suit. She carries with her a set of bastard swords, each one with a emerald on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. Her black hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She likes to make people angry or surprised. She is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in her opinion.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Barber arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. After a long history of fighting, Nalaed and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 20 gp. Jet (150 gp).

Description: He wears suspenders and yellow workpants. His shirt is black, and he wears a heavy yellow leather apron most of the time, and carries spears. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. 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: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Farmer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Dayereth abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has worked as a Farmer like his mother before him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and obtaining odd cultural halfling artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 300 sp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (180 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, green shirt, and black tie. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a Weaver first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He was born in the west. When Ulfgar reached his early adolescence his Dwarf mother 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 tends to his Weaver job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To be a Architect again.

Bonds: Poor, Job, Attractive, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: Star rose quartz (50 gp).