Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is dressed in a clean red cloak covering his clean studded leather. His long black hair reaches down to his waist. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He takes great joy in being the best Brewer in town.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. He 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and balancing his hectic life and new brewer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Guardian, Job, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man wears a worn and beaten armor. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized emerald on his right hand. He has no hair. This brown eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. In his 15th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Flaws: Ugly, Secretive, Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 6000 cp. Tiger eye turquoise (10 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He very much looks the part of a Fisher. His red hair is braided into rings. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He got into the Fisher business at a young age. In his 13th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 4 years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and balancing his hectic life and new fisher responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her warhammer with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Her skin is fair and her fingers are delicate and long. Her chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. Her eyes are amber.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She lacks moral complications. She does what she is told to by employers but not much else. She spends her money on whatever she fancies at the time.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Valanthe took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up warhammer and armor she uses now. She tends to her Dyer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: To reunite with her absent mother; and wants to raise her children well

Flaws: Mundane, Disease. Bonds: Job, Nature, Family. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 140 gp.