Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He tends to wear a green poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His bronze crest is smooth and relatively long. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Herbalist who has hired him part-time. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tarhun fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Has a crush, Rich. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a white coat. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the right. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Halflings in the east were limited. After a long history of fighting, Chay and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and doesn't want to be a sculptor and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 300 sp. Freshwater pearl (10 gp).

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. Her hair is chestnut and curly. Her violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She is not truly malevolent, but she is obsessed with music. She constantly tries to fill her life with music. She is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. She haggles over everything, upselling her goods and buying cheap. She is persistent in everything.

History: Her necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. After coming to the age of reason, Andraste took it upon herself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, she was labeled a dark omen and banished from her homeland. She was granted necromantic powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and retire the richest woman in the north

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Entrepeneur, Gifted. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: This woman is bedraggled and starved. She wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. She keeps her brown hair in a pixie cut. Her eyes are likewise green. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: She trusts no one. She is not readily capable for forgiveness and her ire never leaves her. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Marshal 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's repulsed by the PC; and she seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Everburning torch.