Description: An older woman who wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, she is not a threatening figure. She has wavy white crest. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She speaks before she thinks and is too direct. She does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of goblins may trigger it at times.

History: Her father raised her in a mountain cabin. Hillanot liked to wander the woods near her home when she was young, something she still likes to do at least once a week. She never liked modest clothing or shoes, so she would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and she developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by goblins. Hillanot was horrified and prayed that her father was alright. However, she heard that her father had died fighting off the goblins.

Motivation: Many goblins want her driven away; and retire the richest woman in the south

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 100 gp. Banded agate (14 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Freshwater pearl (14 gp). Azurite (14 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older woman who wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, she is not a threatening figure. Her chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. Her eyes are brown.

Personality: She is a very philanthropic person; she spends her free time working at various soup kitchens. She takes great pride in her work and is very well organized. Her planner is full of calendar events.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and balancing her hectic life and new mason responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Philantrophist, Persistence. Bonds: Poor, Job, Nature. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 13000 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

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. He sports a flattop crest cut. His red eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He hates drow. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. In his 14th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Nadarr was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: A deep hatred of drow; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 40000 cp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (800 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Jeweled anklet (3000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with green lining and desert motifs. His silver hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tiefling in existence. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Morthos was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Engraver. 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: Wants a kiss; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Rich, Military, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 600 gp.