Description: A well shaped woman just over fifty, she is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Her brown fur is matted, messy, and big. She has yellow eyes.

Personality: Her tongue was cut out and she uses sign language. 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 was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. She is searching for what she claims is her rightful reward.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

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 wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his morningstar with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His brown hair, when down, is lengthy. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and doesn't want to be a bowyer and was forced into it by his family

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 20000 cp. 1 Darkwood Buckler. 1 Breastplate.

Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with feathered hat. He carries a battered sword and tarnished whip as well. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his mother. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: 3'10" and lanky with angular features, she is an attractive figure. She wears an entirely grey suit with green socks and a vest with buckled shoes. Her tied-back hair is auburn. Her blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She likes to brag about her accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. She is obsessed with her god.

History: She was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Fallthra grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Fallthra. She used her abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: She is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions.

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Criminal record. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 130 gp. Moss agate (7 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a white vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His red leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his white boots flare out at the collars. His black hair is lengthy. He is baby faced.

Personality: Mormog is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Mormog was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and balancing his hectic life and new fletcher responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Extrovert, Persistence, Artistic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: Rose (30 gp).