Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates her frame. Her red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Her gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She is witty, but her monotone delivery comes off as unnerving She refers to her adoptive mother for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Callybon 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. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Marshal work with an outfit from a few towns over. Marshal work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She struck the Marshal job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and doesn't want to be a marshal and was forced into it by her family

Ideals: Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Family, Poor, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: This late middle aged woman wears baggy black pantaloons and a grey scarf and is in decent physical shape. Her red hair is lengthy. She has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: She resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Myev grew up listening to her father's many stories. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

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

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: Obsidian (4 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He dresses like a well dressed Carpenter does. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. He worked as a nervous Carpenter and found it very stressful. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 90 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (130 gp).

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is renowned for his bright tan suits and hats. His hair is long and chestnut with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his small tan hat.

Personality: He hates dire rats. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. A true patriot, Eberdeb would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Eberdeb hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Shoemaker and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Enemies, Military, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 30 gp.