Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His brown hair and beard is wavy and long. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born in the west to a Baker, Ur-Edin learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature mace.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Rich, Job, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are green.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. His first spouse was a Fortune-teller, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: She is of a modest build and height, but she carries herself more imposing than she is. She has the majority of her body covered in plate. She has moderate length bronze crest. Her eyes are a pleasant red.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation she is generally quite perceptive. She notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Havilar was born the youngest of three triplets. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Dragonborn conditions. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Baker and was forced into it by her family.

Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful, Racist. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with wide-brimmed hat. Her crest is scarlet and very short. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. She does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: The child of a Bellfounder, who enjoyed hunting, Havilar was taken on many hunting expeditions. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend; and she wants to meet her childhood hero

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Actor

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Solid gold idol (500 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.