Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He tends to wear a black poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His brown hair is smooth and relatively long. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Born in the south to a Bather, Folgûm learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Folgûm liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Artistic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His red hair is thinning but still full. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Elves became a terror of the countryside. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Scribe for hire.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Job, Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: This dark-skinned female is wearing a tight white one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. She is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. Her hair is white and very short. She has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. She invites people to come help in her community garden.

History: She got into the Dyer business at a young age. She was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality; and she feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Passionate, Philantrophist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: A woman with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. She wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. Her brown hair is braided into rings. Her white eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 55. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: She was born in the west, but her parents moved at a very young age to the east. While she appears to be a normal Tiefling, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 130 gp.