Description: He dresses in white turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with violet slacks, and carries glaives. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy brown hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Through the years after Felgrat was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Felgrat's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Felgrat fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 3000 cp. Brown-green garnet (50 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a tan coat over a black low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. This amber eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Peren was born the youngest of three triplets. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Flaws: Greedy, Secretive. Bonds: Religious, Family, Slave. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. She has moderate length orange fur. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She likes to be helpful to her clients. She likes to prescribe proper advice to her clients. Energy wise she seems alert and responsive.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When Left-Handed reached her early adolescence her Tabaxi mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She struck the Junk Dealer job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: Regain custody of her daughter; and marry her brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Professionalism. Bonds: Job, Rich, Military, Family. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 90 gp. Red-brown spinel (130 gp). 1 Silk rope.

Description: A 4'11" southern woman, she is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. Her silver hair is cut short. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: She was born at the edge of vast desert. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Half-Elven conditions. She has dedicated herself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: Just what you see.