Description: This man stands a little under 4'1" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His golden hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has gray eyes.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Gifted from a young age, Brottor studied abroad. After coming to the age of reason, Brottor took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears an entirely blue suit with violet socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has auburn hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He uses divination through singing.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the east. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record, In love. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 150 gp. Deep green spinel (140 gp).

Description: She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her longbow with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. She carries a battered greatsword and tarnished longbow as well. Her blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. This blue eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, she has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Meriele grew up listening to her mother's many stories. Being born in the west, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the west for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way east. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud.

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Bonds: Enemies, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 2000 sp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: She wears pastel painted combat armor at almost all times, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 4'7" when asserting herself. Her white fur is matted, messy, and big. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She considers herself the perfect lady. She makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. She works hard and plays hard.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. While she appears to be a normal Tabaxi, 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. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Hedonist. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 700 sp. Banded agate (16 gp).