Description: This eastern woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with tan lining and desert motifs. She sports a flattop hair cut. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: She tends to agree with only herself unless someone else's opinion sounds like she can profit from it. She tries to control her temper but she can't always stop herself from what she feels what must be done. She is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. Quillathe was born on a far eastern desert where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Butcher. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and to reunite with her old friends

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He is physically well-built. His hair is auburn and very short. His skin is flawless and his gray eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. The war was a terrible time for him, and Lamlûg does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in the south to a Painter, Lamlûg learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Lamlûg has worked very hard to control his curse. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Painter for the past few years.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Job. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 1000 cp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (300 gp).

Description: She wears suspenders and brown workpants. Her shirt is pastel, and she wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time. Her long chestnut hair reaches down to her waist. She is baby faced.

Personality: She is overprotective of those who hire her services. She always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove her into the Merchant business.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Torgga was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. She became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Guardian, Mentor, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 130 gp. Red garnet (40 gp).

Description: The dark-skinned woman stands 3'3" and wears tan painted combat armor at almost all times. Her hair is chestnut and curly. She wears an eyepatch.

Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Gnome in existence. She has a small toy that she constantly fidgets with.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Veloptima has worked very hard to control her curse. She got away from her former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety; and retire the richest woman in the south

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Disease. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: Just what you see.