Description: This man stands a little under 2'11" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He has shaved his head bald. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Courier. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He worked as a nervous Courier and found it very stressful. He has dedicated himself to building a better village for his children.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Rich. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Mortician, and carries bastard swords. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Bernard was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant, Poor, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple tan robe with blue stripes complete with hood, and he perpetually has his bow ready. He keeps his golden hair in a pixie cut. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Tharivol is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol 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 random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Miner

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

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He very much looks the part of a Marshal. He carries a battered quarterstaff and tarnished crossbow as well. His silver hair is smooth and relatively long. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Ulblyn was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has achieved small success as a Marshal.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Marshal responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 100 gp. White opal (500 gp). Red spinel (90 gp). Aquamarine (400 gp). Moss agate (13 gp).