Description: He wears a blue vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His white leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his blue boots flare out at the collars. His brown hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Thervan will drive conversation. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Criminal record, Military, Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 310 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is lean but muscular and is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Ploughman. His red hair is lengthy. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. While he appears to be a normal Half-Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and wants his loneliness to end

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He very much looks the part of a Weaver. With bright white hair and a scraggly beard. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Bagga grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Half-Elven companion (his 'brother'). In the meantime he has taken over work as a Weaver and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 600 sp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a grey shirt with thin green vertical stripes and brown pants. His golden hair is cut short. He has a dull look in his amber eyes.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. In his 20th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father 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 remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Flaws: Shy, Fearful, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: She wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, and she perpetually has her hand crossbow ready. Her fur, while still mostly cinnamon, has prominent grey streaks. Her blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She is accommodating to her spouse and as such limits her hospitality. She is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven herself a capable leader.

History: Moon was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A gifted student she started as a Bowyer, but she got bored and became a Dilettante. Some 7 years later her spouse died after the birth of her daughter. Heartbroken, Moon never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her daughter whom she trained as her father had trained her before.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to be a bowyer again

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Poor, In love, Job. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 20 gp.