Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized green coat. He sports a flattop crest cut. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He hates Dragonborns with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Pijjirik fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and a strong sense of loyalty to dwarven people

Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 190 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (20 gp).

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a morningstar, but if one is not available he will default to his club. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Weaver hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 320 gp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is grey, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. He has done his best to style his brown hair to look like a famous performer. His silver eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His 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 to a pair of adventurers, Mordai grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Mordai was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Mordai decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 1000 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (80 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is renowned for his bright black suits and hats. He keeps his long red crest kept up in a rat tail. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

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 does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Rhogar grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Adventurer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Adventurer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Guardian. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 200 gp. Moss agate (10 gp). Carnelian (60 gp).