Description: She is in excellent shape and is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Sporting a white mohawk this woman's hair draws a lot of attention. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She hates giants. She views them as having robbed her home of its proper glory. She is ready at a moment's notice to give into her darker urges. She is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. She often ends up burning people alive in the fires she starts.

History: She was born several months after her father was called into army service. In her youth she was part of a gang. She got caught, but did not rat out her comrades and served her time in prison. Recently she has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: She has decided she is irredeemable; and a rival would like her out of the picture

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Enemies, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His crest is white and very short. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He hates Dragonborns with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tabaxi activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tabaxi doctor. Some 8 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Pandjed never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Armorer; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist, Impulsive. Bonds: In love, Has a crush. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 500 sp. Bloodstone (50 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he dresses like a well dressed Scribe does. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Scribe arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

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

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Job, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 130 gp. Amber (90 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man is typically in his Marshal uniform and is in decent physical shape. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Tharivol wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Monk, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Marshal but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. 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 is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Disciplined, Pacifist, Artistic. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 110 gp.