Description: This northern woman is abnormally tall. She wears a white vest and prefers brown and black shirts. Her boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. She has wavy chestnut hair. She has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: She is not truly malevolent, but she is obsessed with poetry. She constantly tries to fill her life with poetry. She is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure she is not cheated out of a speck.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the north.

Ideals: Artistic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: This woman is renowned for her bright violet dresses and hats, and sports empty pouches on her belt. Her hair is short and chestnut. Her blue unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She is irascible and easily irritated. She refers to her adoptive father for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Courier they were divorced and she won custody of their daughter. She worked as a Mercenary, and she later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Regain custody of her daughter; and she has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a lance, but if one is not available he will default to his ceremonial dagger. His silver hair is heavily combed to the right. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Frouse is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Frouse lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. Some 10 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Frouse never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Justice, Impeccable. Bonds: Family, In love. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a black shirt, with a blue mid length shorts with blue tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears his silver crest up. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Fortune-teller work with an outfit from a few towns over. Fortune-teller work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 15 years.

Motivation: Expand his business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 110 gp.

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 dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over her head. Her white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, she's a very lovable idiot. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Halfling activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Halfling doctor. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She has a rivalry with the Church that dominates her actions.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Mundane, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 600 sp.