Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she wears long strands of emerald and short violet dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. With wild black hair. She has violet eyes.

Personality: A grumpy gal she will invite people to lunch so she can critique them. Yet she still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. She spends most of her days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There she gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: She comes from a rich eastern family. She was an adventurer many years ago and she formed a blood bond with her Elven companion (her 'brother'). She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: She has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 20 gp. Sard (40 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. Her white hair is still thick. Her gold eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She is curt in most of her responses. She prefers to keep her word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. Her family was turned out during the war. She and her family wandered south to less war torn lands. She inherited the family business which she has now maintained for 10 years.

Motivation: Expand her business; and she wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 160 gp. Smoky quartz (80 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Shoemaker does. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his dagger, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Shoemaker. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Elaim was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He's also a talented Detective, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He prefers to wear tan clothing when he does not wear armor. He is bald on top and has large white tufts of hair around his ears. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. While he appears to be a normal Gnome, 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Many gnolls want him driven away; and a deep hatred of gnolls

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish, Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He very much looks the part of a Bowyer. His gold crest is still thick. His eyes are a pleasant gold.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. 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, Rivaan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Attractive. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 100 gp. Tourmaline (50 gp). Hematite (11 gp). 1 Masterwork Musical instrument. 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Silk rope.