Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, 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. His silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with writing. He constantly tries to fill his life with writing. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Zaffrab lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Superior lock. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Small steel mirror. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.

Description: He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He is portly but not overly obese. His blonde hair is singed and shortened. His ears are large.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born in a small plains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Dayereth took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: 5'4" and muscular, this southern man dresses well, wearing violet shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His black hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. When Everard reached his early adolescence his Half-Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: She is in excellent shape and has a large white mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her brown robe. Her white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She is not truly malevolent, but she is obsessed with dancing. She constantly tries to fill her life with dancing. She will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. She cares deeply for her spouse and does her best to make sure her guests look presentable.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. When Robbie reached her early adolescence her Halfling father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. Since then, she has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Optimist. Bonds: In love, Military. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 200 sp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp).

Description: This late middle aged woman wears bulky grey painted plate armor and is in decent physical shape. Her blonde hair is long and unkept. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She is witty, but her monotone delivery comes off as unnerving She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Human conditions. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Gnomish people; and gnomish compassion

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.