Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. Erias abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: This woman dresses like a well dressed Mortician does. She has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized topaz on her right hand. Her copper crest is long and unkept. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are red.

Personality: She has two modes she varies between. On the job she is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job she is a party animal. She takes great joy in being the best Mortician in town.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. In her youth she was a Shepherd, and wanted to be a champion fighter when she grew up. She was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives she lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. She saw the brutality and swore off her fighting aspirations, taking her younger sister on her back after seeing her parents die, and fled the country. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Hethress fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Expand her business; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 30 pp.

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He sports violet clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His tied-back hair is auburn. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Barber. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and expand his business

Ideals: Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Citrine (60 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp). Sard (60 gp). Iolite (60 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and very much looks the part of a Server. He has a very tight haircut. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Hedonist, Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a violet collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a red scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His brown hair is cut short. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Quarion was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and obtaining odd cultural halfling artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Guardian. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 3000 cp.