Description: This exceptionally lanky man likes to wear brown tank tops with green pants. His hair is auburn and very short. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his feathered brown hat.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He got into the Brewer business at a young age. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Nuraval took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up lance and armor he uses now. He has worked as a Brewer like his father before him.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and an old rival family wants him found

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Nature, Family. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: 5'1" and muscular, this western woman wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her flail with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Her lavender fur is unkempt and raggedy. Her eyes are likewise green.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. She uses her nature as a weapon; she likes to lead opponents to think her in distress.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Dyer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and she is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Secretive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 120 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp).

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. She wears baggy tan pantaloons and a brown scarf. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. She sports blonde long hair. Her hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help her friends. She considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. She receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Gifted from a young age, Buvvie studied abroad. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. She then took over the family business and is one of the better Engraver for hire.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Slave, Rich, Job. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 130 gp. 1 Masterwork Light steel shield.

Description: 5'5" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears professional attire. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length red fur. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tabaxis.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Flask took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 70 gp.