Description: She typically wears green cloth garments or leather armor. Her black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. She has a dull look in her red eyes.

Personality: She has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. She is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with her big mouthed big gutted partner. Her partner is her best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. She is a bit of a macho woman and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Naamah was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her mother was employed at, doing general labor. Naamah liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. When her spouse passed she lost her only source of income but claims to her daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: To reunite with her old friends; and wants to raise her children well

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Poor, Family. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears bulky blue painted plate armor. His hair is blonde and curly. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Arannis is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Arannis grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 700 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (70 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (70 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears a grey feathered hat and grey clothes. Her hair is long and black with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small grey clips. Her violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. She does not believe in violence as a means to an end. She is a dedicated Dilettante but believes her peers are too gung-ho.

History: Marastyr was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Ranger, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Ranger in service of a powerful lord somewhere. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Dwarves in the north were limited. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes; and to reunite with her old friends

Ideals: Philantrophist, Pacifist, Impeccable. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1 Buckler.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a black coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a feathered hat upon his head. His bronze crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Maagog was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 40 gp. Red-brown spinel (160 gp).