Description: This slender woman stands about 6'3". She wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around her neck, and a bow on her belt. Her rusty crest, when down, is lengthy. Her gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: She is a Succubi in disguise. When Chassath reached her early adolescence her Dragonborn mother 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. She has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a simple black robe with red stripes complete with hood. His white hair is knotted and matted. His white eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Brewer profession.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A gifted student he started as a Brewer, but he got bored and became a Mortician. He became a Mortician soon after.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 110 pp. Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (140 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with deerstalker hat. His red hair is heavily combed to the left. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with writing. He constantly tries to fill his life with writing. He has all his life been fascinated with writing.

History: Gardain was born the youngest of three triplets. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dwarves in the west were limited. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Doctor they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Laborer, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 280 gp.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length golden hair. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Morkral took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he is content

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'2". He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, and his gloved hand is found clutching a dagger. His blonde hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. 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. Being a Weaver 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: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Ideals: Logical, Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 1 Chain shirt.