Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a grey coat with violet slacks. His dark red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Fisher profession.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Qemuel took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Sailor for the past few years.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 50 gp. 1 Breastplate.

Description: She has a missing right leg. She wears many layers of old clothing at all times. Her Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. Her gold eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk she knows how to make people feel guilty. She can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: When she was but 4 years old her parents immigrated from the north. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Spice Merchant hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She loathes her own lifestyle.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 40 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His crest is copper and very short. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: Greethen was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Greethen fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Guardian. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a simple tan robe with black stripes complete with hood. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Theriatis has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful, Disease, Insomniac. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 1500 sp.