Description: This woman is very fat, and wears skinny pants and wears a blue and black robe with the hood down. She has slicked back red hair. Her hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. She lacks moral complications. She does what she is told to by employers but not much else. She spends her money on whatever she fancies at the time.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. She has achieved small success as a Bricklayer.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and balancing her hectic life and new bricklayer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze. She has moderate length black hair. She has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. Her philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: She was born several months after her father was called into army service. Her father was a soldier and died while she was still young. Tippletoe was left her father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. She then took over the family business and is one of the better Assassin for hire.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to be a apothecary again

Ideals: Philantrophist, Optimist. Bonds: Rich, Military, Job. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a tan vest and prefers brown and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His hair is short and red. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He bought a hand crossbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Enemies, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 300 sp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp).

Description: He very much looks the part of a Seamstress, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'2" when asserting himself. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Seamstress. He bought a glaive and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has styled his white fur well, parting it to the right. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Amber (40 gp).