Description: This tall, slender man has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his yellow robe. His dark red hair, when down, is lengthy. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gold.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Qemuel took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor he uses now. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is content

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: An older man who usually wears his white robe and has his hand crossbow always slung over his shoulder, he is not a threatening figure. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length brown hair. His eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: He hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Ratak was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: A deep hatred of giants.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 240 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp).

Description: 6'2" and muscular, this southern woman is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. Her crest is cut close to her head. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: She is mildly Dragonborn supremacist, though she does not identify as such. Her home and work are filled with various knick knacks she has acquired through the years. She cares a great deal for her adopted teenage son.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Her childhood dream was to be a Servant, but she was a colossal failure. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Body Guard for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Servant again; and balancing her hectic life and new body guard responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Family, Rich, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 8000 cp.

Description: She likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. She sports white long hair. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, she has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. She invites people to come help in her community garden.

History: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Marastyr took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up warhammer and armor she uses now. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others; and she is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out

Ideals: Disciplined, Philantrophist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Slave, Nature. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 90 gp. Amethyst (90 gp).