Description: A pudgy woman standing about 4'9" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She dresses like a well dressed Weaver does. Her hair is purple and curly. Her gold eyes dart from person to person.

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 lacks moral complications. She does what she is told to by employers but not much else. She spends her money on whatever she fancies at the time.

History: Born in the west to a Weaver, Hecat learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Weaver for the past few years.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: She is a paragon of her species. She is larger and stronger than most Elves. Her skin is light but she possesses many red ritualistic tattoos. She wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a longbow, but if one is not available she will default to her kukri. Her red hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She trusts no one. She is not readily capable for forgiveness and her ire never leaves her. She has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Born in the south her family was never financially stable. Her psionic abilities were realized during a raid on her village. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she has comitted a past crime that haunts her to this day

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

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 a large hat to cast shadows over her face and wears ponchos to better hide her body. She wears her silver hair up. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: She is mildly Tiefling supremacist, though she does not identify as such. She also is a firm believer in the womanly ideal.

History: A powerful wizard made her what she is. Her psionic abilities were realized during a raid on her village. She left for the south, certain she would find work there.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dwarven people; and to prove her worth to the world

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Server

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 270 gp.

Description: She wears an entirely white suit with grey socks and a vest with buckled shoes. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. Her chestnut hair, when down, is lengthy. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are violet.

Personality: She is witty, but her monotone delivery comes off as unnerving She is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. She haggles over everything, upselling her goods and buying cheap. She is persistent in everything.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Stacee grew up listening to her mother's many stories. In her 15th year, while out on a day-trip, she returned to find her hometown burning and destroyed. She found her mother impaled in their home, and her father beheaded. She saw the woman who walked out, and charged her in a blind rage. The woman easily evaded and defeated her, leaving her to live broken and terrified. Lacking all sense, she decided to go on an adventure. She picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud; and many illithids want her driven away

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 400 gp.