Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears a blue cloak and cross-gartered tan stockings. Her hair is always cut to a buzz. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is cool and collected. She likes to make quips and puns whenever she does anything. She also makes a point to compliment her superiors and flatter them. She uses her nature as a weapon; she likes to lead opponents to think her in distress.

History: Raised by wardens she was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. She went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by brigands. Ranala was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and she desires to right it; and revenge

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a sickle, but if one is not available she will default to her glaive. Her moppish black hair is in a traditional bowl cut. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: She is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. She lacks restraint and is impulsive. She jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the north were limited. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To prove her worth to the world.

Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is a husky man, who is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He is baby faced.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his mother. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Orcs in the east were limited. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and to protect his home

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Cynical, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Guardian. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 700 gp. Moonstone (70 gp).

Description: She is a mite stocky and tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with her rolled up shirt sleeves this gives her a very relaxed look. She sports a flattop crest cut. Her eyes are red and catlike.

Personality: In the realm of puns, she cannot help herself. She feels obliged to make them. Further she is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Eggren was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dragonborns became a terror of the countryside. She was granted arcane powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: She is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Just what you see.