Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he likes to wear brown tank tops with grey pants. He keeps his blonde hair in a flapper bob. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to prove his worth to the world

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 500 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is renowned for his bright brown suits and hats. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length blonde hair. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. 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, Oloric is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Oloric grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Family. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: This woman wears professional attire. She has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amethyst on her left hand. She sports a flattop fur cut. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She speaks before she thinks and is too direct. She cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist she will grow angry at them.

History: Smoking was born with her father's beautiful face. She has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to her frivolously. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and to prove her worth to the world

Flaws: Insane, Impulsive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: She wears a pastel tunic with brown highlights, and long violet pants that bunch up around her shoes. She carries a battered longsword and tarnished scimitar as well. She sports a flattop fur cut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She is a woman who does what she needs to. She will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tabaxis.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. In her youth she was part of a gang. She got caught, but did not rat out her comrades and served her time in prison. She has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Slave Trader. She hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: She's attracted to the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears a grey shirt, with a violet mid length shorts with violet tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He carries with him a set of monstrous two handed axes, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His white hair is lengthy. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. A friendly and beautiful Dwarf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Reirak fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is content; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 130 gp.