Description: She prefers to wear pastel clothing when she does not wear armor. She wears her cinnamon fur down. Her blue eyes peer out from beneath her feathered pastel hat.

Personality: She is envious of other's things. She hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that she so desires. She tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Trail grew up listening to her father's many stories. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Barkeep hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She has became unsatisfied with her lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: She wants to meet her childhood hero.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 1100 gp. Solid gold idol (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. Her white hair is still thick. Her green eyes peer out from beneath her small white hat.

Personality: She hates Half-Orcs with a passion. As such she is filled with self loathing. She refers to her adoptive mother 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: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. Her homeland was ravaged by war and she spent much of her life rebuilding it. She was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching her a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Her relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Flaws: Racist, Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 6000 cp.

Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. Her chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She is quite rude, and likes to deride her opponents skill and shout insults at them. She has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: The child of southern immigrants she idolized her mother. Before the accident, she was one of the most outspoken anti-Gnomish activists. She was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Gnomish doctor. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gurdis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Many illithids want her driven away; and she's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: This southern woman is abnormally tall. She is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of her physical features obscured. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. Her chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She will rave to anyone who will listen. She is skeptical of what others tell her and is slow to trust.

History: Gifted from a young age, Mardred studied abroad. 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 was granted divine powers by her dying brother.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Just what you see.