Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He dresses like a well dressed Herbalist does. His moppish brown hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Stannor was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Herbalist. After a long history of fighting, Stannor and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple pastel robe with tan stripes complete with hood. He carries with him a set of quarterstaffs on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He has wavy red fur. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Left-Handed took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Family, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 2000 gp. Carnelian (70 gp). Star rose quartz (70 gp). Rose (70 gp). Coral (120 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp). Onyx (70 gp).

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His scarlet crest is still thick. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother; and doesn't want to be a marshal and was forced into it by his family

Flaws: Insane, Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Family, Slave. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His hair is blonde and curly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Zed grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Zed. 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 a kiss.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Has a crush, Mentor, Criminal record. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 70 pp. Red-brown spinel (160 gp). Amethyst (160 gp). Iolite (60 gp).