Description: An imposing woman with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, she wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Her silver hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

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 refers to her adoptive father 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: Gifted from a young age, Urshar studied abroad. Being born in the west, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the west for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way south. By chance she met her brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and doesn't want to be a armorer and was forced into it by her family

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She wears tan painted combat armor at almost all times. She is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly whips and greataxes. She has wavy white hair. Her blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: She swings through moods quickly. One moment she is cool and collected, the next she is carried away by passions. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: She got into the Scribe business at a young age. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Elama grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Elama. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Scribe for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to be a herbalist again

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A hulking woman with gigantic muscles, she has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her grey robe. Her white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. She also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: She was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for her. It may also be what makes her so good at details. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: She's attracted to the PC; and she has a crush on the local weaver

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 30 pp. Chrysoprase (40 gp). Rock crystal (40 gp). Lapis lazuli (13 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. He has dyed his greying black crest a little too much giving a sharp black color. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Mugrunden embodies much of what other species detest in the Dragonborns. 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 got into the Sculptor business at a young age. He has had some formal singing training, and achieved minor success. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 160 pp. Star rose quartz (40 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). Sard (40 gp). Jade (100 gp).