Description: An older woman who is generally shirtless and showing off her tattooed chest, she is not a threatening figure. She keeps her black hair in a pixie cut. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help her friends. She considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. Her philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: She was born in the east, but her parents moved at a very young age to the west. Like her father and her sister before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Engraver. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and she desires to right it; and balancing her hectic life and new engraver responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 130 gp. Pink pearl (80 gp).

Description: This woman is bedraggled and starved. She likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. With wild chestnut hair. She wears an eyepatch.

Personality: She hates brigands. She views them as having robbed her home of its proper glory. She plays an instrument quite well.

History: Born in the east to a Animal Trainer, Irann learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. Her parents were killed by brigands in a raid when she was still a young child. The brigands captured her, and made her a slave and general play-thing. She was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to her deformed appearance. She tends to her Animal Trainer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 9000 cp.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He carries a battered hand crossbow and tarnished halberd as well. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of red, and is pulled back with small white clips. His beard is red, braided, and well cared for. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his violet eyes.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. 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: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Shágflak was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: Many brigands want him driven away; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 5000 cp. Deep green spinel (140 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Kilvar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Depressed, Forgetful. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 90 gp.