Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is light but he possesses many white ritualistic tattoos. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He has no hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears green trousers with grey and blue striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His black crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His eyes are likewise red. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Barrister profession.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Farmer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Farmer. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 270 gp. Obsidian (13 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a worn and beaten armor. He wears his brass crest up. He has red eyes and a black hat with a yellow feather.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. A true patriot, Nadarr would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Bonds: Military, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 120 gp. 1 Bullseye lantern.

Description: She has a missing left arm. She prefers to wear blue clothing when she does not wear armor. Her black hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. Her gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. She is a ruthless business woman, a trait she acquired from her mother.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, she was no stranger to responsibility. She was an adventurer many years ago and she formed a blood bond with her Dragonborn companion (her 'brother'). She has drifted apart from her friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature mace.

Motivation: To settle down with her crush; and wants her loneliness to end

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Has a crush. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 100 gp.