Description: 4'0" and muscular, this southern woman wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. She conceals her sai with her veritable burlap sack of a shirt. Her hair is auburn and very short. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: She got into the Cartwright business at a young age. In her 17th year, her parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Hlin alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others; and a deep hatred of orcs

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Job. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 2400 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a yellow suit, tan shirt, and grey tie. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Elves in the west were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Gifted, Professionalism. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is dressed in a clean brown cloak covering his clean studded leather. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Gimurt isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dwarven unity. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Marshal. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Marshal for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Impeccable, Professionalism, Gifted. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 4000 gp. Red-brown spinel (100 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp). Clear bright green emerald (2000 gp). Sardonyx (40 gp). Citrine (40 gp). Malachite (9 gp). Peridot (40 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a spear, but if one is not available he will default to his club. He has done his best to style his black fur to look like a famous performer. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 4000 sp.