Description: This younger middle-aged woman wears a white shirt with thin green vertical stripes and brown pants, and a wedding ring on her right hand. Her golden hair is knotted and matted. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines violet.

Personality: She is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of her strength. She works very hard to maintain that gentleness. She cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. At a young age she wooed the heart of her future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. Some 9 years later her spouse died after the birth of her son. Heartbroken, Sarai never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her son whom she trained as her father had trained her before.

Motivation: She wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Disciplined, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: In love, Military. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 120 gp. Red spinel (70 gp). 3 Thunderstones.

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 a top hat to cover his moderate length red hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. After coming to the age of reason, Thamior took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. 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. Thamior fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and obtaining odd cultural tabaxi artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 900 sp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has styled his chestnut hair well, parting it to the right. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. 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, Chad is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. Chad liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy silver stubble. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull black iron scale mail. He has a hunchback. With a patchy silver beard and wild silver hair. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Gifted from a young age, Percival studied abroad. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 2 Antitoxin.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scythe, but if one is not available he will default to his club. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he is content

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.