Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she very much looks the part of a Mayor. She wears her gray fur up. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She is erratic and paranoid. She believes goblins are coming to abduct people. On top of that she is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to her employer will always come first she doesn't like to hit women.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Pelt grew up listening to her mother's many stories. She found a children's book about a Tabaxi Warrior who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. She modeled her life after the story, seeing herself destined a hero. She has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Ruler. She hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: To settle down with her crush; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is her passion

Bonds: Job, Enemies, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: He prefers to wear flannel. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Disease, Lazy. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Guardian. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 2300 sp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Slave Trader. His auburn hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: To be a Marshal again; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: Red-brown spinel (50 gp). 1 Silk rope.

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. Sporting a red mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Layabout but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Harbek took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. He was granted druidic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Pacifist, Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 80 gp.