Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears bulky brown painted plate armor. His fur is lavender and curly. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Cask was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Debt. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior, and he perpetually has his monstrous two handed axe ready. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Apothecary. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 40 pp. 1 Average lock.

Description: This malnourished woman likes to wear yellow tank tops with white skirt. Her silver hair is cut short. Her eyes are likewise blue. Her teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. She does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Marshal hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

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

Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, she typically wears black cloth garments or leather armor. Her long blonde hair reaches down to her waist. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: She is irritable and easily angered. She is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use her stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. She dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. Her biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: She was raised in a mountains tribe. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Myev took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up crossbow and armor she uses now. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Just what you see.