Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty yellow coat over it. She has slicked back white hair. Her eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: She has two modes she varies between. On the job she is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job she is a party animal. She also is a firm believer in the womanly ideal.

History: She was born in the north, but her parents moved at a very young age to the east. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Cook. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Cook for the past few years.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Religious. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 270 gp.

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. Her brown fur is long and unkept. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: Quick 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. She is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in her opinion.

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. She was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. She never won. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Quick fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and a deep hatred of giants

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Extrovert, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His hair is blonde, silky, and of moderate length. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Fibblestib was born with his father's beautiful face. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and balancing his hectic life and new sage responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Athletic, Disciplined, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: He is a Lamia in disguise. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. 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: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new bricklayer responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Guardian, Enemies, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 40 pp. Obsidian (11 gp).