Description: He wears a black tunic with pastel highlights, and long green pants that bunch up around his shoes. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his scimitar, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Cartwright born in the past three hundred years. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Orcs.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Half-Orcs in Krûk's homeland. Krûk decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He struck the Cartwright job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To be a Bowyer again; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: She stands about 5'6" and prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady. Her right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. She has styled her white hair well, parting it to the right. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She has two modes she varies between. On the job she is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job she is a party animal. She is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She worked as a nervous Mortician and found it very stressful. She struck the Mortician job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Insane, Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He uses divination through singing.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Kaladan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his shield. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Through the years after Pûg was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Pûg's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: Just what you see.