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 red crest is matted, messy, and big. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He hates Dragonborns with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dragonborns.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Kiirith fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Half-Orc people; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears green leather gloves, a green jacket, and tight pants. His green crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His gold eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. When Direcris reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This malnourished man wears just a brown suit. He has beige fur. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Quick lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Quick was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Quick decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Many goblins want him driven away.

Bonds: Poor, Religious, Enemies, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: Lapis lazuli (7 gp). Moss agate (7 gp). Coral (60 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He tends to wear a grey poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His black hair is unkempt and raggedy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Masseuse hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 180 gp.