Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with Stetson hat. Her white hair is still thick. She has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. She has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when drow swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In her 12th year, her parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Nalaed alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. She became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge; and her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and she desires to right it

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 300 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: With black face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he dresses in green turtlenecks beneath a yellow coat with black slacks. He has wavy blue crest. His eyes are gold and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is content; and dragonborn compassion

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane, Shy, Racist. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: A 6'2" northern woman, she is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of her physical features obscured. Her black crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her fierce gold eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She is envious of other's things. She hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that she so desires. Animals are drawn to her, and she is able to talk to them.

History: Her druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. She was an apprentice working in her father's forge. After a long history of fighting, Chassath and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Performer and was forced into it by her family; and wants to raise her children well

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Greedy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Doctor does. He is portly but not overly obese. He has wavy silver hair. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Doctor.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 310 gp.

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His gray fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. 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 has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable.

Flaws: Sensitive, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 300 gp.