Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His cinnamon fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His ears are large.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Aura took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sword and armor he uses now. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is greedy

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: He likes to wear grey tank tops with green pants. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his hammer, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His hair is chestnut and curly. His eyes are violet and beady.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it.

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: This man wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His beige fur is braided into rings. He has a dull look in his yellow eyes.

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 would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born in the north to a Bounty Hunter, Trail learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. He has worked as a Bounty Hunter like his father before him.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and balancing his hectic life and new bounty hunter responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Artistic. Flaws: Cynical, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 60 gp. Freshwater pearl (6 gp).

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her chestnut hair is wavy and long. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She likes to brag about her accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. She disdains her fellow easterners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Shanairla's homeland. Shanairla decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Shanairla fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Passionate. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 80 gp.