Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of illithids may trigger it at times.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the south. A freak accident while working with his Carter mother left him crippled. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 1200 sp.

Description: He prefers to wear flannel. His hair, while still mostly black, has prominent grey streaks. This black eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: Born to a Dyer, his mother struggled to pay the bills. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered painting. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 350 gp.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His silver hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Morkral 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 Carter hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Many drow want him driven away.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 9000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

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. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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 brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Barfa fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Disciplined, Optimist. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 320 gp.