Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'3". She prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs, and her gloved hand is found clutching a pickaxe. She has a very tight haircut. Her amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is a hateful person. She taunts others and blames them for her problems. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: Her divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. Her father disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her father, she was betrayed dozens of times. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and a strong sense of loyalty to dragonborn people

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 120 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears a blue cloak and cross-gartered pastel stockings. Her hair is golden and very short. She has a dull look in her gray eyes.

Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. The war was a terrible time for her, and Siffress does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: Born in the south her family was never financially stable. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to goblins demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: She feels kind of lost in life; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Poor. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This late middle aged man wears bulky brown painted plate armor and is in decent physical shape. His fur is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has achieved small success as a Fortune-teller.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Religious, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 90 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: She wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. She usually doesn't wear a shirt. Her golden hair is cut short. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Servant who has hired her part-time. She is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Puyet was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Marry her brother to traveling adventurers; and to reunite with her absent mother

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Has a crush, Poor, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 130 gp. Banded agate (14 gp).