Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He wears tan leather gloves, a tan jacket, and tight pants, marred by teas. His hair is blonde and curly. He has blue eyes.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Gifted from a young age, Wiggens studied abroad. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. He was granted psionic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His silver hair is still thick. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. 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: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 90 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: She is scrawny and has patchy orange fur. She is typically in her Glassblower uniform. She has a hunchback. She wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide her balding. She has a dull look in her amber eyes.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Glassblower. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She uses divination through singing.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Cloud was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. When Cloud reached her early adolescence her Tabaxi father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Glassblower for the past few years.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Military. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: This petite short woman is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. She is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time, marred by teas. She has styled her blonde hair well, parting it to the right. She has amber eyes.

Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. Energy wise she seems alert and responsive.

History: Born to a Carter, her mother struggled to pay the bills. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She left for the south, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.