Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a tan coat. His hair is black and very short. He has blue eyes.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes gnolls are coming to abduct people. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Riardon hails from a village terrorized by gnolls. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Server responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears a white armored body suit, with a simple violet line shooting up and back down. He has red hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Sculptor who has hired him part-time. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Flaws: Lazy. Bonds: Has a crush, Slave, Rich. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (400 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky woman is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. Her dark red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. Her red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She is a melancholic, but persistent worker. She resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. She is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Trained by her mother for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Fletcher work with an outfit from a few towns over. Fletcher work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To be a Barber again; and expand her business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Depressed, Shy. Bonds: Military, Job. Occupation: Fletcher

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

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. She carries with her a set of quarterstaffs on her belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. Her golden hair is thinning but still full. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Sarah lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Her first spouse was a Courier, they had one son, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to raise her children well.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Just what you see.