Description: He dresses like a well dressed Masseuse does. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His blue crest is smooth and relatively long. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He got into the Masseuse business at a young age. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Masseuse.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Masseuse responsibilities is difficult; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: He is renowned for his bright green suits and hats. His silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His silver eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Gifted from a young age, Bathin studied abroad. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Priest for hire.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Has a crush, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 2100 gp. Star rose quartz (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Gimble grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 130 pp.

Description: With green face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he prefers to wear brown pants and tee shirts. His tied-back hair is auburn. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Tabaxi culture. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is content; and a strong sense of loyalty to tabaxi people

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Racist, Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Just what you see.