Description: This woman stands a little under 4'8" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She wears just a tan suit. Her hair is auburn and curly. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady green eyes.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. She cares deeply for her spouse and does her best to make sure her guests look presentable.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Fortune-teller hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. Some 10 years later her spouse died after the birth of her son. Heartbroken, Shava never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her son whom she trained as her mother had trained her before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: In love, Poor. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he dresses well, wearing tan shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He has done his best to style his auburn hair to look like a famous performer. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He was born in a small desert village. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and expand his business

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: An older woman who dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner, she is not a threatening figure. She wears her golden hair up. Her gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She is curt in most of her responses. She prefers to keep her word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. 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: Mialee lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Mialee grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Mialee. She has achieved small success as a Assassin.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of her brother; and she will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 300 sp. Amber (80 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears suspenders and tan workpants. His shirt is black, and he wears a heavy tan leather apron most of the time. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. 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, Sindri is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 370 gp.