Description: This woman is bedraggled and starved. She wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. She has moderate length chestnut hair. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: While she acts the brute, she is far gentler than she would appear. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tieflings.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Ishte was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. 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 gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ishte 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 tiefling compassion

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 700 sp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: She wears suspenders and red workpants. Her shirt is pastel, and she wears a heavy red leather apron most of the time. She is physically well-built. She keeps her black hair in a flapper bob. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. She will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. She cares deeply for her spouse and does her best to make sure her guests look presentable.

History: The child of northern immigrants she idolized her father. Her homeland was ravaged by war and she spent much of her life rebuilding it. She left for the north, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Addict, PTSD. Bonds: In love, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 160 gp. Red-brown spinel (160 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'10". He wears a fancy blue suit, and his gloved hand is found clutching a mace. His golden hair is smooth and relatively long. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Galinndan 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. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and money/treasure

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature, Family. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 2000 cp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His white hair is long and unkept. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A freak accident while working with his Barber father left him crippled. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Orsik fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 600 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.