Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a green tunic with black highlights, and long green pants that bunch up around his shoes. He has styled his bronze crest well, parting it to the left. His red eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Nithther was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Adept, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Adept in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Shepherd hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he's looking for his big break

Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 130 gp. 1 Superior lock.

Description: A middle-aged woman, she is well dressed, constantly wearing a grey suit, brown shirt, and green tie, and is pretty ugly. Her hair is auburn and very short. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are blue.

Personality: She is quiet and unassuming. She ignores others and carries on with her job unassumingly. Her philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Born in the north her family was never financially stable. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Stableman work with an outfit from a few towns over. Stableman work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She then took over the family business and is one of the better Stableman for hire.

Motivation: To reunite with her old friends; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered yellow stockings. With bright white hair and a scraggly beard. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He hates Dwarves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He has all his life been fascinated with writing.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and gnomish compassion

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Racist, Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His blonde hair is smooth and relatively long. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He became a Farmer soon after.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 390 gp. 1 Hourglass.