Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His silver hair is long and unkept. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Kilvar isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dwarven unity. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He got into the Bowyer business at a young age. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Kilvar was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He's also a talented Glassblower, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Military. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1 Breastplate.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has moderate length white hair. His white eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Addict, Terse, Insane. Bonds: Slave, In love. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 260 gp. 1 Buckler.

Description: She is dressed in a clean white cloak covering her clean studded leather. Her silver hair is cut short. This violet eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: She is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help her friends. She considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. Her home and work are filled with various knick knacks she has acquired through the years. She cares a great deal for her adopted teenage daughter.

History: Lidda lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. While she appears to be a normal Halfling, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and to settle down with her crush

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 350 gp.

Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she wears well tailored gowns and hats with beautiful decoration. She is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. Her copper crest is still thick. She wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating she would invite many more into her home than her spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: She was born in the east, but her parents moved at a very young age to the north. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 700 sp.