Description: An older woman who wears a simple blue robe with green stripes complete with hood, she is not a threatening figure. She wears her red hair up in a very large beehive style do. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

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. She is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in her opinion.

History: She was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Fortune-teller and was forced into it by her family; and regain custody of her son

Ideals: Opinionated, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: She is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. She cuts an attractive figure and her suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. She wears a broad hat to cover her moderate length scarlet crest. Her skin is flawless and her red eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: She is witty, but her monotone delivery comes off as unnerving She has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. When Nala reached her early adolescence her Dragonborn 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 has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Regain custody of her son; and a deep hatred of gnolls

Ideals: Joker, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 6000 cp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp).

Description: He wears suspenders and red workpants. His shirt is white, and he wears a heavy red leather apron most of the time, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'4" when asserting himself. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Halfling conditions. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and half-elven compassion

Flaws: Terse, Impulsive, Disease, Racist. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 360 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. His red eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Damakos was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. 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 Marshal. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Persistence. Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 60 gp.