Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears a tan cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. Her auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Her blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. She would rather hide behind her crafts than deal with other people.

History: Irann was born in the east. At a young age she loved to build and create. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Irann took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up crossbow and armor she uses now. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: She is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by her earthly robes.. Her white hair is heavily combed to the left. Her half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: She is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help her friends. She considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. She cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

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. Buvvie was a troubled youth. She spent her days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent her evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Buvvie decided she wanted neither the life of her mother nor that of the evil petty criminals she associated with. During her early adolescence, she took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. She has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: She possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal.

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: She is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down, and she perpetually has her sai ready. She wears her green crest down. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. She passes on several rewards to people in need. She makes a point to leave places better than she found them.

History: She got into the Apothecary business at a young age. She worked as a nervous Apothecary and found it very stressful. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 3 years.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and balancing her hectic life and new apothecary responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated, Philantrophist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 80 gp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has wavy beige fur. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Drifting isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. In his 13th year, his parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Drifting alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Drifting was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Server

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 150 gp. Moss agate (8 gp).