Description: An older woman who is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior, she is not a threatening figure. She has moderate length scarlet crest. Her gold eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Cocky and sure of herself, she believes she is the best Beggar born in the past three hundred years. She also is a firm believer in the womanly ideal.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her father and mother. Her father taught her the rudiments of the Beggar arts, while her mother instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She has achieved small success as a Beggar.

Motivation: She's attracted to the PC; and she would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive, Ugly. Bonds: Job, Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 400 sp. Tourmaline (80 gp).

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 370 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This dark-skinned male wears long strands of topaz and short white dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Varg wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Warrior, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Varg 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.

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 800 sp.

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 wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally she sports a green coat. Her crest is gold and curly. Her fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: This woman loves singing and to teach people singing more than just about anything. Further she is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Born to a Layabout, her father struggled to pay the bills. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Gilkass took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up glaive and armor she uses now. She left for the south, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: She is content; and obtaining odd cultural dragonborn artifacts is her passion

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.