Description: This late middle aged woman typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull brown iron scale mail and is in decent physical shape. Her long golden hair reaches down to her waist. She is baby faced.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: She got into the Fortune-teller business at a young age. She was an apprentice working in her mother's forge. Recently the stress of being a Fortune-teller has made it difficult for her to sleep.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Flaws: Cynical, Selfish, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Slave. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 20 gp. Brown-green garnet (150 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, she is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft yellow waves gently in the breeze. Her hair is brown and very short. Her blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. She is fiercely devoted to her mother, and views her mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating her from her legal half-brother.

History: She was born in the west. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Dwarves in the west were limited. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: Regain custody of her daughter; and to unite with her brother

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 1000 sp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1300 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (150 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (150 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1300 gp).

Description: This woman is tall and muscular. She wears a pastel costume with the symbols of her god on her torso. She wears a broad hat to cover her moderate length orange fur. Her green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 39. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.

History: She was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 20000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a tan suit, white shirt, and red tie. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing poetry.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Rael took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up longbow and armor he uses now. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dragonborn people.

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 1200 sp.