Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sai with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His chestnut hair, when down, is lengthy. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Nalral was raised in a hard working conservative environment. 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 struck the Scribe job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and balancing his hectic life and new scribe responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 130 pp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is typically in his Fletcher uniform. He is bald on top and has large auburn tufts of hair around his ears. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. 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. Kellen took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He tends to his Fletcher job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he is dressed in a clean pastel cloak covering his clean studded leather. His beige fur has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Dyer business.

History: Beast was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge.

Ideals: Optimist, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 2600 sp.

Description: This petite short woman is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. She has the majority of her body covered in plate, marred by beers. Her chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. Her eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: She is a melancholic, but persistent worker. She resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. She is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Lazy, Mundane. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 400 sp.

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 wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a shortspear, but if one is not available she will default to her nunchaku. Her brown hair is unkempt and raggedy. Her eyes are hazel and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She is unhospitable to her core. Her small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. She disdains her fellow southerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: She was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of her parents. Through the years after Brakka was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Brakka's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 280 gp.