Description: She is in excellent shape and typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep yellow leather and dull black iron scale mail. Her hair is blonde and curly. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. She is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: She was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for her. It may also be what makes her so good at details. When Ilanis reached her early adolescence her Half-Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure her.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Her tied-back hair is chestnut. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. She also has developed a complete distrust of the Mason profession.

History: She was born several months after her father was called into army service. Like her father and her brother before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Locksmith. She has worked as a Locksmith like her father before her.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Pacifist. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 90 pp. Amethyst (140 gp). Chrysoberyl (140 gp). 1 Silk rope. 1 Disguise kit.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep black.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. Any perceived weakness will be pressed and exploited. He is seen as merciless and passionate.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. Modean was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Modean decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has black fur. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Moon was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Tabaxis in the east were limited. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 30000 sp. Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp).