Description: This late middle aged man wears a green collared shirt and tan pants. He accessorizes with a green scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt and is in decent physical shape. His long dark red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes brigands are coming to abduct people. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A freak accident while working with his Guard mother left him crippled. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is renowned for his bright tan suits and hats. His golden hair and beard is wavy and long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Disease. Bonds: Military, Mentor. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 60 pp. Azurite (7 gp). Blue quartz (7 gp). Rock crystal (20 gp).

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a worn and beaten armor. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

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 is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He worked as a nervous Spice Merchant and found it very stressful. He became a Spice Merchant soon after.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Optimist, Opinionated. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Full Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'4" when asserting himself. His crest, while still mostly bronze, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gold.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Dadalan was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Dadalan took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. He's also a talented Mayor, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Nature, Debt. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.