Description: He is in excellent shape and is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his hazel eyes.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Brottor embodies much of what other species detest in the Dwarves. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. Being a Herbalist kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Hedonist, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 1600 sp.

Description: An older woman who wears many layers of old clothing at all times, she is not a threatening figure. Her red hair is knotted and matted. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as she rather likes the sound of her voice. Her demeanor is somewhat feminine. She enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Her arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. Her mother disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her mother, she was betrayed dozens of times. She was granted arcane powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: Marry her sister to traveling adventurers.

Ideals: Optimist, Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 70 gp. Red spinel (40 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Soapmaker. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length silver 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 has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is an amazing painter.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Soapmaker hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

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 is typically in her Mercenary uniform. She wears a deerstalker hat to hide her balding. She was beautiful and young once, which still shows through her age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: She is enamored with her job. She loves it. She likes the challenge and she likes helping those less fortunate than her. She does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of goblins may trigger it at times.

History: Born to a Glassblower, her mother struggled to pay the bills. Anastrianna was born on a far northern desert where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Mercenary. She left for the north, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to open a new tavern

Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Attractive, Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 3000 cp. 5 Acid flasks.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a white coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a feathered hat upon his head. His hair is red and curly. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Hûmgrat took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up glaive and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 60 gp.