Description: Standing 6'2", this woman is well dressed, constantly wearing a pastel suit, white shirt, and black tie. She wears a colorful flower in her brown fur. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. She takes great joy in being the best Weaver in town.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. Seven liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. She has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Engraver. She hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: She's attracted to the PC.

Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Job, Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. She has slicked back chestnut hair. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She does not care much for physical appearances, nor does she care much for other people. She does however care about what she wants and getting it. She is used to getting what she wants. In part because she is a meticulous planner.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. While she appears to be a normal Half-Orc, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Glassblower responsibilities is difficult; and to be a bellfounder again

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 320 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears professional attire. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Naill was born the youngest of three triplets. While he appears to be a normal Half-Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His brown hair is thinning but still full. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his blue eyes.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Criminal record, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Priest

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 380 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather, and he perpetually has his monstrous two handed axe ready. His hair, while still mostly brown, has prominent grey streaks. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Ratlûg is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Ratlûg took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up monstrous two handed axe and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 190 gp.