Description: This late middle aged man wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment and is in decent physical shape. He wears his scarlet crest down. His eyes are likewise gold.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Ostracized due to the divine powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dragonborns became a terror of the countryside. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Joker, Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 700 sp. Deep green spinel (110 gp). 1 Breastplate.

Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she very much looks the part of a Dilettante. Her fur, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. Her eyes are yellow and catlike.

Personality: She considers herself a woman of culture and sophistication. She likes a good challenge to her wits. She is a bit of a macho woman and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. She struck the Dilettante job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 350 gp.

Description: This exceptionally lanky woman wears a pastel armored body suit, with a simple black line shooting up and back down. Her fur is black and curly. Her amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She fancies herself a trickster and likes to rely on her wits to carry the day. She cares for her older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Pelt is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Bounty Hunter arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Family, Rich. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: This woman is very fat, and wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her sai with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Her fur is short and gray. Her hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She hates Tabaxis with a passion. As such she is filled with self loathing. She is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of her. She is by nature obliging.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. She would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Windy took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up sai and armor she uses now. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Half-Elven people; and half-elven compassion

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Racist, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 300 sp.