Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has violet eyes.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with writing. He constantly tries to fill his life with writing. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing writing.

History: Thomas was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Masseuse work with an outfit from a few towns over. Masseuse work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He struck the Masseuse job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and 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

Ideals: Artistic, Persistence. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). 3 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: He has a missing left leg. He wears a green wide-brimmed hat and green clothes. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length silver crest. He has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Barber who has hired him part-time. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC.

Ideals: Logical, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Has a crush, Nature. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He tends to wear a large black jacket. His hair is cut close to his head. He has red eyes and a black hat with a brown feather.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Melech embodies much of what other species detest in the Tieflings. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Gifted from a young age, Melech studied abroad. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He was granted druidic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 290 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears dull grey sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed bastard sword, just in case. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Server.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1800 sp.