Description: This malnourished woman wears a blue shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and brown pants. Her golden hair is lengthy. Her gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this southern gal figured out how to best use her charms to convince people to do what she wants. Tippletoe enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for her love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: Tippletoe was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Her childhood dream was to be a Miner, but she was a colossal failure. 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. Tippletoe fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Red garnet (110 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a blue top hat and blue clothes. With a patchy auburn beard and wild auburn hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He became a Priest soon after.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Military, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 800 sp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Nim speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Nim abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 50 gp. Chrysoprase (30 gp).

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He tends to wear a green poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His black eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. A freak accident while working with his Stylist father left him crippled. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is content; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Fearful, Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: Just what you see.