Description: This tall, slender man does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He wears his golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: Oskar is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered north to less war torn lands. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Mentor, Poor. Occupation: Sage

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (170 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This slender woman stands about 5'7". She wears bulky grey painted plate armor. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. Her brown eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk she knows how to make people feel guilty. Energy wise she seems alert and responsive.

History: Born in the south to a Mercenary, Hadwisa learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. Her childhood dream was to be a Armorer, but she was a colossal failure. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for her

Ideals: Professionalism, Impeccable. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: She wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, and she perpetually has her lance ready. Her orange fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. She dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. Her biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. While she appears to be a normal Tabaxi, 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. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and she is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting, Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her morningstar with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 4'7" when asserting herself. She sports black long hair. She has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: She is highly sensitive about her name. She loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. She will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. She cares deeply for her spouse and does her best to make sure her guests look presentable.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Masseuse arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Emmeline took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up morningstar and armor she uses now. Some 8 years later her spouse died after the birth of her son. Heartbroken, Emmeline never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her son whom she trained as her mother had trained her before.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: In love, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 140 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp).