Description: This dark-skinned female is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Baker. She is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. Her black hair is heavily combed to the right. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are gray.

Personality: She can speak with the recently deceased. She refers to her adoptive mother for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Born to a Herbalist, her mother struggled to pay the bills. Her first spouse was a Herbalist, they had one daughter, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control. She now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and retire the richest woman in the east

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Family, Poor, Job. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over her head. Her red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. Energy wise she seems alert and responsive.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Her mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but she insists her mother was legitimate. She got away from her former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and she has a rivalry with the church that dominates her actions

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Addict, Terse, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'11" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. His white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and many dire rats want him driven away

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: Rock crystal (60 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'3" and tends to wear a large blue jacket. He wears his black hair down. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Rolen hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. During his travels, Rolen and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Rolen discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Rolen fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Artistic, Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.