Description: He wears a tight fitting grey shirt and pants. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the left. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He became a Dilettante soon after.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it; and a deep hatred of illithids

Ideals: Philantrophist, Professionalism, Fighting. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a tight fitting white shirt and pants. His long red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Fulbar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Halflings became a terror of the countryside. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 50 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp).

Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'0" and wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born into a rich family. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He tends to his Hunter job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Flaws: Addict, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She wears a yellow vest and prefers black and blue shirts. Her boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, and she perpetually has her greataxe ready. Her silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: This woman loves painting and to teach people painting more than just about anything. She plays an instrument quite well.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. She is searching for what she claims is her rightful reward.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break; and she desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 340 gp. 1 Average lock.