Description: A man of a pale complexion, he very much looks the part of a Glassblower. His black hair is unkempt and raggedy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To be a Bellfounder again.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 6'2". She wears a brown armored body suit, with a simple violet line shooting up and back down, and her gloved hand is found clutching a greataxe. She keeps her white fur in a flapper bob. This yellow eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Flask hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate her. It was this clingy personality that held back her writing career. She is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: She is a Metallic Dragon in disguise. She was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1 Buckler.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears a black collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a grey scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt, marred by sweets. His brown hair is cut short. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Marshal arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father.

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 900 sp.

Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair is blonde and curly. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of drow; and expand his business

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Just what you see.