Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears baggy brown pantaloons and a blue scarf. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Percival lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Percival fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is very fat, and typically wears black cloth garments or leather armor. His hair is black and very short. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Pushkrimp was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Sage hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: She is a husky woman, who wears bulky tan painted plate armor. Her brown hair is greasy and uncared for. She has a dull look in her gray eyes.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Sariel isn't afraid of most anything. She has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. She helped her mother out around the business and became quite the natural. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 300 gp. Malachite (12 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: Standing 5'0", this woman likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. Her fur is red and very short. Her eyes are yellow and beady.

Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tabaxis.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Tabaxi conditions. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the east; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is her passion

Ideals: Opinionated, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Disease. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Halfling, and stands approximately 3'3". He wears a red vest and prefers violet and brown shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, and his gloved hand is found clutching a greatsword. His chestnut hair is still thick. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Sellsword arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Sellsword responsibilities is difficult; and he is greedy

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 20 pp.