Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. She has slicked back auburn hair. Her amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 64. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She takes great joy in being the best Sellsword in town.

History: Born in the north to a Sellsword, Sumnes learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. Sumnes was born on a far northern mountains where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Sellsword. 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. Sumnes fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Sellsword responsibilities is difficult; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Simple lock.

Description: This southern woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady. She wears a broad hat to cover her moderate length red hair. She has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.

Personality: She resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. 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 mother raised her in a mountain cabin. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Ronwe 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 Ronwe. After months of barely getting by, Ronwe managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, she made her way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: She will attempt to ambush and attack anyone she thinks she can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, she will try to sell them to her slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 1000 cp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dragonborn, and stands approximately 6'5". He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during, and his gloved hand is found clutching a longsword. He keeps his long brass crest kept up in a rat tail. His eyes are red and catlike.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. In his 18th year, his parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Kiirith alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 60 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (150 gp).

Description: This younger middle-aged woman typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep white leather and dull grey iron scale mail, and a wedding ring on her right hand. She wears a feathered hat to cover her moderate length blonde hair. Her fair skin shows little sign of her aristocratic breeding.

Personality: She is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. She constantly seizes attention wherever she goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. She likes to think of herself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Since her father passed away years ago, her mother had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes; and she is compelled to act according to her religious beliefs

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: In love, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 200 gp.