Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He keeps his long brass crest kept up in a rat tail. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady red eyes.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. 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: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Tabaxi companion (his 'brother'). Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Mehen was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the illithids.

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

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 150 gp. Pink pearl (60 gp).

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He takes great joy in being the best Mercenary in town.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Mercenary for hire.

Motivation: To be a Slave Trader again.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Opinionated, Athletic. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 50 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 4'8" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when she can avoid it. Her hair is cut close to her head. She has brown eyes and a tan hat with a blue feather.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Butcher born in the past three hundred years. She also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, she was no stranger to responsibility. When Leshanna reached her early adolescence her Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Butcher for the past few years.

Motivation: She is terrified, and will act out of fear; and she feels threatened by others

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Has a crush, Religious, Military. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 100 gp. Solid gold idol (600 gp).

Description: Her right side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Her fur is cinnamon and very short. Her eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: She is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. She lacks restraint and is impulsive. She jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: She was born at the edge of vast plains. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon 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. Dagger took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up pickaxe and armor she uses now. She bought a pickaxe and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the east; and to prove her worth to the world

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 100 sp. White pearl (140 gp).