Description: He is in excellent shape and wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His hair is long and golden with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small grey clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Ralf isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Locksmith but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born into a rich family. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Locksmith. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He wants revenge against orcs; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Pacifist. Bonds: Rich, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 200 sp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: This younger middle-aged woman wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during, and a wedding ring on her right hand. She has brown fur. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are copper.

Personality: She hates illithids. She views them as having robbed her home of its proper glory. She invented a lineage for herself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Her parents moved while she was still in utero so she is the first generation to be born here. When Trail reached her early adolescence her Tabaxi father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. Some 7 years later her spouse died after the birth of her son. Heartbroken, Trail never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her son whom she trained as her father had trained her before.

Motivation: She wants revenge against illithids; and obtaining odd cultural halfling artifacts is her passion

Bonds: Adventurer, In love, Enemies, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 6000 gp. Banded agate (16 gp). Aquamarine (1100 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Blue diamond (4000 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1300 gp). Golden pearl (80 gp). Rose (50 gp). Rose (50 gp). Banded agate (16 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky woman usually wears her black robe and has her shortbow always slung over her shoulder. Her rusty crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She considers herself the perfect lady. She makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. She is a thrill seeker, she laughs at people and throws down challenges. She is highly competitive and combative.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, she was no stranger to responsibility. She made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. When she grew older, she became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. She began work as a mercenary for hire. She would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: She has passion for adventuring and risk; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 7000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears a tan coat over a black low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His white hair is still thick. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. One day when Uthemar was young, his father was sewing while trying to overcome the flu, when suddenly his father dropped to the ground dead. His father had died from a severe disease that was unknown to the village doctor. Uthemar was heart-stricken from the event, and his mother started working long hours to provde for them. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Slave, Family. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 600 sp.