Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He wears his green crest down. He has gleaming, smiling red eyes.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dragonborn in existence. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born in a small forest village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Kiirith took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Dwarven compassion; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Impulsive, Racist. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 1700 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a grey shirt, with a black mid length shorts with black tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He is a great chef.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He bought a whip and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 60 gp. Cloth of gold vestments (40 gp).

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 4'10". She is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and black handkerchief worn on her left side, and her gloved hand is found clutching a shortspear. Her fur is cinnamon and curly. Her fierce copper eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She is not truly malevolent, but she is obsessed with music. She constantly tries to fill her life with music. She takes great pride in her work and is very well organized. Her planner is full of calendar events.

History: When she was but 8 years old her parents immigrated from the west. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to her current location. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Barber for the past few years.

Motivation: Regain custody of her daughter; and to be a bookbinder again

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized white coat. Her golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. 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: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Portia was born on a far eastern island where she grew up under the tutelage of her mother, an expert Healer. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out.

Ideals: Persistence, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 700 sp.