Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears blue leather gloves, a blue jacket, and tight pants. His auburn hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Dreali wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Bard, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Dreali liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Has a crush, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. He carries with him a set of shortspears, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Human in existence. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Mortician but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: She wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around her neck, and a hand crossbow on her belt. She is portly but not overly obese. She has dyed her greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. Her eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: Prone to second guessing herself, she comes off as nervous. She is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: She was born in the west, but her parents moved at a very young age to the north. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Eleanor 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 Eleanor. She left for the west, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: A rival would like her out of the picture; and she is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This late middle aged woman wears a black vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her black boots flare out at the collars and is in decent physical shape. Her blue crest, when down, is lengthy. Her eyes are gold and catlike.

Personality: Quiet and reserved she prefers to listen than to talk. She will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. She is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Born to a Fletcher, her mother struggled to pay the bills. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She eventually got the idea of being the protector of her homeland from reading books, and has made it her duty.

Motivation: Expand her business; and obtaining odd cultural halfling artifacts is her passion

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Guardian, Job. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 2 Tanglefoot bags.

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 wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. Her white hair is heavily combed to the right. Her violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: She is envious of other's things. She hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that she so desires. She constantly seizes attention wherever she goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. She likes to think of herself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: She comes from a rich northern family. Being born in the north, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the north for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way east. She has since lost track of the people in her past.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and wants to raise her children well

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Family. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Everburning torch.