Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears a pastel shirt, with a tan mid length skirt with tan tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. She keeps her long cinnamon fur kept up in a rat tail. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Dilettante born in the past three hundred years. 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: She was born in a small plains village. When Art 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 then took over the family business and is one of the better Dilettante for hire.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Dilettante and was forced into it by her family; and to reunite with her absent father

Bonds: Job, Enemies, Nature, Military, Family. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 120 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (14 gp).

Description: This malnourished man is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Priest. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are black.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born in the south to a Priest, Tethren learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tiefling activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tiefling doctor. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Priest.

Motivation: Expand his business; and many dire rats want him driven away

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Poor, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield.

Description: A woman of a pale complexion, she sports grey clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. Her black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. She has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Marastyr will drive conversation. 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: She was born in a small plains village. Her parents were killed by drow in a raid when she was still a young child. The drow captured her, and made her a slave and general play-thing. She was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to her deformed appearance. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and she desires to right it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 4000 cp.

Description: She wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. Her copper crest is braided into rings. Her gold eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. She has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: She got into the Locksmith business at a young age. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Driindar took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up falchion and armor she uses now. She has worked as a Locksmith like her father before her.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud; and she wants revenge against drow

Flaws: Secretive, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Job, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.