Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears just a brown suit. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy auburn hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Patrick liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Blacksmith for hire.

Motivation: Expand his business; and sabotage a competitor

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Enemies, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. His crest is scarlet and curly. His gold eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Greethen was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This late middle aged woman likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather and is in decent physical shape. She wears her auburn hair up in a very large beehive style do. Her green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She's a bit of a prankster. She knows she is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. She takes great joy in being the best Sculptor in town.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She now owns her own business.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job.

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: She wears a white armored body suit, with a simple grey line shooting up and back down. She cuts an attractive figure and her suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. Her auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Her half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: She has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. She takes great joy in being the best Weaver in town.

History: Born in the south to a Weaver, Reeza learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. Her mother was a soldier and died while she was still young. Reeza was left her mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and expand her business

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 70 pp.