Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears yellow trousers with green and violet striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length brown hair. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Soapmaker. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. The war was a terrible time for him, and Korfel does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and expand his business

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 600 sp. Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she is wearing a tight brown one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. Her orange fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: She snorts whenever she laughs or is feeling confident. She is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Through the years after Two Llamas was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Two Llamas's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Barkeep for the past few years.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and expand her business

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Slave. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 400 sp. Chrysoprase (80 gp).

Description: She is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. She carries with her a set of kukris, each one with a topaz on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. She wears a small hat to cover her moderate length gold crest. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. She is an amazing painter.

History: Gifted from a young age, Quespa studied abroad. Quespa was a troubled youth. She spent her days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent her evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Quespa decided she wanted neither the life of her father nor that of the evil petty criminals she associated with. During her early adolescence, she took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. She would ruin relationships and cause injury. She was reprimanded several times before being given her current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This woman wears a robe, a symbol of her god around her neck, and a warhammer on her belt. She is muscular with a powerful set of arms. Her wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. Her amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: This woman loves dancing and to teach people dancing more than just about anything. Flattery will make her almost putty in your hands.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Sariel 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 further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Selfish. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 130 gp. Pink pearl (100 gp). 1 Silk rope.