Description: She dresses in red turtlenecks beneath a blue coat with black slacks. She has done her best to style her brown hair to look like a famous performer. Her fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She takes her job very seriously, in part because she fears she cannot get a new one. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Robbie grew up listening to her mother's many stories. Her childhood dream was to be a Healer, but she was a colossal failure. She was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety.

Flaws: Fearful, Secretive. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 700 sp. Eye agate (9 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: She prefers to wear grey pants and tee shirts. She keeps her chestnut hair in a pixie cut. She wears an eyepatch.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. 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: Her history is one of pain. She was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves her parents kept. While she appears to be a normal Dwarf, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.

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

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 4000 cp. 2 Antitoxin.

Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized violet coat. Her brown hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. She passes on several rewards to people in need. She makes a point to leave places better than she found them.

History: She was born several months after her father was called into army service. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Ploughman work with an outfit from a few towns over. Ploughman work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to be a fletcher again

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 220 gp.

Description: She sports tan clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. She carries a battered flail and tarnished hammer as well. Her red hair is braided into rings. She wears an eyepatch.

Personality: She considers herself the protector of her home. She feels this is her duty and calling. She has a habit of throwing herself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Waywocket fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To end her boredom; and she seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Mundane. Bonds: Guardian. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 370 gp. 4 Smokesticks.