Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair is cut close to his head. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Merchant but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Pacifist, Logical. Flaws: Disease. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 500 sp. Carnelian (60 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a white tunic with green highlights, and long yellow pants that bunch up around his shoes. He has wavy black hair. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Pirithin was born the youngest of three triplets. Through the years after Pirithin was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Pirithin's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Religious. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 30 pp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he usually wears his black robe and has his quarterstaff always slung over his shoulder. His golden hair is still thick. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Holg grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. After a long history of fighting, Holg and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To protect his home; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Has a crush, Adventurer, Guardian. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: This southern man typically wears black cloth garments or leather armor. His clothes are grease stained in places. His brass crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: A 6'7" northern woman, she is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. She has styled her silver crest well, parting it to the left. She is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, she has a hard time making friends. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Saphara is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the north her family was never financially stable. Like her mother and her brother before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Sellsword. She has worked as a Sellsword like her mother before her.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job, In love. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Just what you see.