Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. He carries with him a set of glaives on his belt, each one with a ruby on the hilt. His red fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was born in the west. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the west were limited. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature glaive.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he very much looks the part of a Healer. His golden hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Hogar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Impeccable, Opinionated. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 500 sp. Onyx (40 gp). 1 Thunderstones.

Description: She is a mite stocky and wears a blue collared shirt and black skirt. She accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across her shirt. Her golden hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. Her fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Her father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. She tends to her Spice Merchant job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: She wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Religious, Rich, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 70 gp. Solid gold idol (200 gp).

Description: She is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by her earthly robes., and carries glaives. She has silver hair. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. She refers to her adoptive mother for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Elysande was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Her first spouse was a Spice Merchant, they had one daughter, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Regain custody of her daughter; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Job. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: Just what you see.