Description: This late middle aged woman typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep black leather and dull pastel iron scale mail and is in decent physical shape. She wears a feathered hat to cover her moderate length gold crest. Her eyes are red and beady.

Personality: She has a good heart but also a terrible temper. She will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. She is skeptical of what others tell her and is slow to trust.

History: She was born in the south, but her parents moved at a very young age to the west. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Dragonborns in Blendaeth's homeland. Blendaeth decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Baker

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1300 sp.

Description: This eastern man wears a tight fitting white shirt and pants. His clothes are grease stained in places. His tied-back hair is brown. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Watson was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Watson was born on a far eastern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Ploughman. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Many gnolls want him driven away; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 100 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: She is of a modest build and height, but she carries herself more imposing than she is. She typically wears black cloth garments or leather armor. She has red hair. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: She hates Tieflings with a passion. As such she is filled with self loathing. She cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist she will grow angry at them.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. At a young age she wooed the heart of her future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Some 9 years later her spouse died after the birth of her son. Heartbroken, Rieta never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her son whom she trained as her father had trained her before.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Racist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, In love. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. She has no hair. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady white eyes.

Personality: She is not truly malevolent, but she is obsessed with singing. She constantly tries to fill her life with singing. She is a ruthless business woman, a trait she acquired from her father.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Artistic, Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: Just what you see.