Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has no hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is a great chef.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. A gifted student he started as a Cartwright, but he got bored and became a Miller. He has worked as a Miller like his mother before him.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he sports green clothing, slightly heavier than average wear, and is pretty ugly. His copper crest is knotted and matted. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gold.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Donaar grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Donaar. He bought a monstrous two handed axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Persistence, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1200 sp.

Description: A 3'2" western man, he is typically in his Fisher uniform. He has dyed his greying auburn hair a little too much giving a sharp auburn color. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Foxilon is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Foxilon lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He dropped out of school to support his sick father, and resented it. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Fisher for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and expand his business

Ideals: Gifted, Justice, Logical. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is lean but muscular and is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He sports a flattop hair cut. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. A true patriot, Rurik would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: To be a Dyer again; and he has a crush on the local dyer

Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Military, Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1100 sp.