Description: A 4'3" western man, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He wears his brown hair down. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Gifted from a young age, Baern studied abroad. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. After a long history of fighting, Baern and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Holy water.

Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He is wearing a long, grey cloak. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His golden hair is cut short. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Courier. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Courier and was forced into it by his family; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Job. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 700 sp. Chrysoberyl (100 gp).

Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she wears a shirt that is too small, which lets her gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. Her red hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. She has several tiny jet earrings on each ear.

Personality: Shautha is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. She always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove her into the Armorer business.

History: The child of a Ploughman, who enjoyed hunting, Shautha was taken on many hunting expeditions. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Extrovert, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 170 gp. 4 Antitoxin.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His long red hair reaches down to his waist. His brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and money/treasure

Flaws: Shy, Impulsive, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing a long, tan cloak. His hair is cut close to his head. 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 resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. 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, Sindri is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Mayor; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Justice, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 300 gp.