Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. She keeps her brown hair in a pixie cut. Her green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. She cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Kabbarg was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She has became unsatisfied with her lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: She's looking for her big break; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting, Philantrophist. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 2000 sp. Chalcedony (80 gp). Silver pearl (140 gp). Black pearl (300 gp).

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. She wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Her silver hair is heavily combed to the right. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She considers herself a woman of culture and sophistication. She likes a good challenge to her wits. Her philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Kabbarg 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. She was taken from her home at a very young age. She is untrained/undisciplined, which makes her dangerous.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for her; and she feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Slave, Poor. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing brown cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. His beige fur is smooth and relatively long. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Left-Handed grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He found a children's book about a Tabaxi Paladin who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft violet waves gently in the breeze. He carries with him a set of sickles on his belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. His hair is red and curly. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: Vanuath was raised in a hard working conservative environment. 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. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.