Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by her earthly robes.. Her blonde hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. She is always in debt, since she spends her money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: Born to a Sellsword, her mother struggled to pay the bills. Being born in the north, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the north for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way east. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 370 gp.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. She has a dull look in her hazel eyes.

Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. Her actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as she answers to a power that mortal women fail to acknowledge.

History: The child of a Servant, who enjoyed hunting, Lagazi was taken on many hunting expeditions. She inherited a moderately successful company from her father. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She left for the north, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and she is greedy

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is renowned for his bright white suits and hats. His white hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man likes to wear violet tank tops with tan pants. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized sapphire on his left hand. His head has been shaved. He has several tiny sapphire earrings on each ear.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the north. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Mindartis was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Rich, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Just what you see.