Description: This malnourished woman wears a simple black robe with blue stripes complete with hood. Her rusty crest is knotted and matted. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Havilar enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for her love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: The child of southern immigrants she idolized her mother. She always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She was granted necromantic powers by her dying sister.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane, Hedonist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft black waves gently in the breeze. His brown hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He got into the Spice Merchant business at a young age. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Spice Merchant. 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 to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 100 gp. Rose (20 gp). Deep green spinel (50 gp). 1 Half-Plate. 1 Breastplate. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears tan trousers with pastel and yellow striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Carter. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Tharivol abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Carter and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath her coat, and she perpetually has her kukri ready. Her hair, while still mostly auburn, has prominent grey streaks. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She has two modes she varies between. On the job she is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job she is a party animal. She disdains her fellow northerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Her martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, her parents had her trained. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Priest. She bought a kukri and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To be a Scribe again.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 3000 cp.