Description: She is an average looking eastern female in her early mid-life. She wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. Her blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. She has a dull look in her amber eyes.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 35. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Riswynn was born to in a poor docking district. She spent her early days working in the same smith shop her father was employed at, doing general labor. While she appears to be a normal Dwarf, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by giants. Riswynn was horrified and prayed that her mother was alright. However, she heard that her mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 340 gp.

Description: A 3'3" southern woman, she likes to wear blue tank tops with grey skirt. Her brown hair is well kept. Her hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: She is extraordinarily eccentric. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Like her mother and her sister before her, after school she went straight into learning to become a Ploughman. She has worked as a Ploughman like her mother before her.

Motivation: She's attracted to the PC; and wants her loneliness to end

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Slave, Rich, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears dark leathers with embroidery. His brown fur is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. The war was a terrible time for him, and Lone does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He got into the Armorer business at a young age. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Military, Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 40000 cp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His hair is cut close to his head. His blue eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Banker for hire.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Military, Family. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Just what you see.