Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She wears suspenders and black workpants. Her shirt is blue, and she wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: She can speak with the recently deceased. She takes great joy in being the best Fletcher in town.

History: She was raised in a island tribe. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Fletcher work with an outfit from a few towns over. Fletcher work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and she made a deal with a demon which lead to her current lot in life, and she's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Bonds: Job, Nature, Debt. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 80 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He wears his chestnut hair up in a very large beehive style do. This gray eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the north. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is content

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His white leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. He is portly but not overly obese. His auburn hair is knotted and matted. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. In his 17th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Addict, Sensitive, Fearful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears professional attire. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has a very tight haircut. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is a Marshal first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Theriatis hails from a village terrorized by giants. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Theriatis was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away.

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Adventurer, Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born to a Carpenter, his father struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Stylist hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 60 gp.