Description: She is a woman of bearing and well nourished. She wears a grey cloak and cross-gartered tan stockings. She keeps her black hair in a flapper bob. Her eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. A true patriot, Gillyd would do anything for her country. She is fiercely protective of her fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her father always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. When Gillyd reached her early adolescence her Dwarf father 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. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Balancing her hectic life and new Locksmith responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 200 sp. 1 Masterwork Heavy steel shield.

Description: This woman is bedraggled and starved. She wears a tan tunic with brown highlights, and long grey pants that bunch up around her shoes. Her chestnut hair is knotted and matted. Her hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. She cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist she will grow angry at them.

History: She was born in a small mountains village. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Buvvie took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortbow and armor she uses now. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and balancing her hectic life and new stylist responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 330 gp.

Description: Standing 6'0", this woman wears a simple green robe with black stripes complete with hood. Her dark red hair is braided into rings. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. She is accommodating to her spouse and as such limits her hospitality. She is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven herself a capable leader.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. She helped her father out around the business and became quite the natural. Some 8 years later her spouse died after the birth of her daughter. Heartbroken, Azza never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her daughter whom she trained as her father had trained her before.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for her; and to be a seamstress again

Ideals: Opinionated, Impeccable. Bonds: In love, Military, Job. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 400 gp.

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 wears dull green sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath her sweater she keeps a concealed longbow, just in case. Her dark red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. She has gleaming, smiling silver eyes.

Personality: She is mildly Tiefling supremacist, though she does not identify as such. She takes great pride in her work and is very well organized. Her planner is full of calendar events.

History: Astaro lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Her first spouse was a Unemployed, they had one son, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Mason for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Unemployed again; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 800 gp. Chrysoprase (40 gp). Rhodochrosite (9 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.