Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright green and tan, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. Her silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. This black eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation she is generally quite perceptive. She notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.

History: Naamah lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Her parents divorced when she was young, and her mother gained full cudstody. She was regularly beaten by her mother, who blamed her for driving them apart. After a long history of fighting, Naamah and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Family, Has a crush. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 200 sp.

Description: She is in excellent shape and typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep black leather and dull brown iron scale mail. Her deerstalker hat is riddled with cuts and holes. Her fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Here is a woman who knows she is the smartest in the room. She talks down to others constantly. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Hillanot was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Cleric, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Cleric in service of a powerful lord somewhere. She was an adventurer many years ago and she formed a blood bond with her Dwarven companion (her 'brother'). When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: She has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 150 pp. Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp).

Description: She is an average looking northern female in her early mid-life. She wears baggy green pantaloons and a tan scarf. She has wavy scarlet crest. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She is underhanded and not above using her wealth and body to get others to do her bidding.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Raiann was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. While she appears to be a normal Dragonborn, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Raiann fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to end her boredom

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: She stands about 4'2" and dresses like a well dressed Seamstress does. Her left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. Her hair is long and red with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small grey clips. Her violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She is intelligent and cunning, but she will too often allow her rage to get the better of her. She will lose her cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. Ovina is a bit of a follower. Usually she is manipulated by her brothers into helping them out, but recently she has become more of a free agent.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Her childhood dream was to be a Bricklayer, but she was a colossal failure. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: Her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and doesn't want to be a seamstress and was forced into it by her family

Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 230 gp. 1 Half-Plate.