Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. Her auburn hair is cut short. Her green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is a jovial happy person, but she is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Myathethil is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. Her family was turned out during the war. She and her family wandered east to less war torn lands. Since then, she has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she is greedy

Ideals: Optimist, Justice, Gifted. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 250 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a fancy white suit. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: This man loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 18th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Bûbol alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Artistic, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: She dresses in tan turtlenecks beneath a pastel coat with green slacks. With bright golden hair. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. She keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to her own.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. Her childhood dream was to be a Barrister, but she was a colossal failure. She's also a talented Barrister, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 50 gp. Silver pearl (120 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: She is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. Her dark red hair is heavily combed to the right. Her thin eyebrows rest above her beady red eyes.

Personality: She shows great sympathy to all travelers. She's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. She is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in her opinion.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: She uses money and sex appeal to get what she needs; and retire the richest woman in the north

Ideals: Philantrophist, Opinionated, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 100 gp.