Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She is wearing a long, blue, dusty cloak. She has a long chestnut ponytail with little hanging trinkets. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She shows great sympathy to all travelers. She's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. She cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist she will grow angry at them.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. Her parents enrolled her in a Barbarian school at a young age so that she could practice her necromantic talents. She used her abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He sports a flattop hair cut. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He is a Lamia in disguise. He found a children's book about a Halfling Commoner who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Golden pearl (110 gp). 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: A moderately attractive woman, she wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates her frame. Her tied-back hair is golden. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She is witty, but her monotone delivery comes off as unnerving She is kind towards other women and children and will generally offer women help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to her.

History: Shava was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. Since her mother passed away years ago, her father had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and she is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions

Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she is well dressed, constantly wearing a green suit, brown shirt, and white tie. Her black hair is unkempt and raggedy. She has black eyes and a green hat with a brown feather.

Personality: She dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. She never wears the same outfit twice, unless she absolutely has to.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. When the war came and ruined her parents she was left adrift. She was a hard woman then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

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

Ideals: Pacifist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 400 sp.