Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she wears baggy grey pantaloons and a blue scarf. She wears her silver hair up in a very large beehive style do. Her hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Tordrid is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Tordrid grew up listening to her father's many stories. In her 14th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her father impaled in their home, and her mother beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend; and she's looking for her big break

Ideals: Extrovert, Professionalism. Flaws: Addict, Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 290 gp.

Description: This woman stands a little under 3'10" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears a tight fitting grey shirt and pants. She has a long silver ponytail with little hanging trinkets. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She speaks before she thinks and is too direct. Artin enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for her love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: She was born in a small plains village. She moved out north to avoid the crime she committed. Being a Fletcher kept her interest for a while, but then she became depressed and bored. So she turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and she is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions

Flaws: Impulsive, Hedonist, Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His golden hair is long and unkept. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was granted divine powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, she prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. Her hair is long and auburn with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small blue clips. Her violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She is overprotective of those who hire her services. She is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: She was born into a rich family. Like her father and her brother before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Brewer. She tends to her Brewer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Brewer responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Guardian, Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 20 gp.