Description: This woman is bedraggled and starved. She wears a pastel shirt with thin violet vertical stripes and blue pants. Her black fur is thinning but still full. Her blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is business-like. She takes instructions and follows them to the letter. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: Ethereal lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. 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. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ethereal fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Scribe and was forced into it by her family; and find a way to reverse the transformation of her brother

Ideals: Professionalism, Justice, Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 400 gp. Silver ewer (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she very much looks the part of a Fletcher. She wears her green crest down. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. She became a Fletcher soon after.

Motivation: Expand her business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 1500 sp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears an entirely black suit with blue socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He keeps his red crest in a pixie cut. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born into a rich family. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Gifted, Optimist. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: Rock crystal (60 gp). Violet garnet (700 gp). Blue sapphire (1300 gp).

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears skinny pants and wears a brown and tan robe with the hood down. His brown fur is knotted and matted. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Insane. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: Just what you see.