Description: This petite short woman is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. She wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it, marred by beers. Her brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. Her eyes are likewise amber. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: Her mother raised her in a mountain cabin. Her father was very strict, and drilled into her lessons on being the perfect lady. She then took over the family business and is one of the better Spy for hire.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: He wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants. His white hair is greasy and uncared for. He has black eyes and a black hat with a tan feather.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. A true patriot, Merihim would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A freak accident while working with his Spy mother left him crippled. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Hematite (6 gp). White pearl (120 gp). Rose (30 gp). 1 Masterwork Heavy steel shield.

Description: She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her sword with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. She carries with her a set of swords on her belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. Her silver hair is cut short. Her face is full, her cheeks are rosy, and she always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in her hazel eyes.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. She does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of illithids may trigger it at times.

History: Her mother raised her in a mountain cabin. From her teen years she was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on her. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and she desires to right it; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 90 gp. A roughly beaten golden orb (40 gp).

Description: She is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Jeweler. She has a long white ponytail with little hanging trinkets. Her fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She is a sleazy, sleazy gal. She has no qualms about using her powers of suggestion to get people to do what she wants. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: Quelenna was born with her mother's beautiful face. From her teen years she was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on her. She has been helping groups of widows and orphans who have fled abusive spouses or lost their families to drow.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero; and to reunite with her old friends

Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Just what you see.