Description: An older man who tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, he is not a threatening figure. His gold crest, when down, is lengthy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Dragonborn conditions. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Emotional, Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: This fat western man has a bulbous nose and is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Mercenary. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. A gifted student he started as a Cook, but he got bored and became a Mercenary. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Cook. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Nature, Has a crush, Religious. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears professional attire. He sports a flattop hair cut. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Vondal abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature spear.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp).

Description: She wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath her coat. She has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to her abundance of muscles. She has slicked back auburn hair. Her brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. Duvamil enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for her love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: She was raised in a island tribe. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon 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 island due to the painful memories there. Duvamil took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sickle and armor she uses now. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and she desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Hedonist, Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 350 gp.