Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he likes to wear ponchos typically of a light brown in addition to tight pants. His chestnut hair is singed and shortened. This hazel eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Morkral was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Aristocrat, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Aristocrat in service of a powerful lord somewhere. After coming to the age of reason, Morkral took it upon himself to study the psionic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 100 sp. Red-brown spinel (70 gp).

Description: This man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He has done his best to style his gray fur to look like a famous performer. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was born into a rich family. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Fragrant never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, In love. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his hand crossbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his hand crossbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His orange fur has been sun bleached extensively. His yellow eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When Harvest reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Disciplined, Optimist. Bonds: In love, Mentor, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath her coat. Her long brass crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She hates goblins. She views them as having robbed her home of its proper glory. She is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Mijira was born on a far eastern mountains where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Architect. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud.

Flaws: Insomniac, Selfish, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1300 sp. Cloth of gold vestments (100 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (300 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.