Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His hair is auburn and very short. 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 is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. Because his father participated in the massacre of their homeland, illithids burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the east, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his mother from journeying east to reunite his family. 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. Travok fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants revenge against illithids; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His blonde hair is still thick. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Ruler hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Mundane, Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man very much looks the part of a Brewer, and a wedding ring on his left hand. He has lavender fur. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Quick was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His first spouse was a Locksmith, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job, In love, Family. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This younger middle-aged man tends to wear a brown poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt, and a wedding ring on his right hand. He has gray fur. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Shadow was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Commoner, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Commoner in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature glaive.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: In love, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.