Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. She wears her brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. Her fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She goes out her way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one she won't accept into her heart. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Orcs.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Volen was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. She would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the island due to the painful memories there. Volen took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up sickle and armor she uses now. Since then, she has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Tabaxi people; and someone believes her a fraud

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Optimist. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He is typically in his Mortician uniform. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is short and white. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 8 years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Slave, Rich. Occupation: Mortician

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

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: An older woman who is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak, she is not a threatening figure. She has moderate length rusty crest. Her eyes are red.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Bowyer. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. The war was a terrible time for her, and Gesrethe does not often speak of it. When she does, she does so with a strained expression and tears in her eyes.

History: Born in the west to a Bowyer, Gesrethe learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. Her mother disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her mother, she was betrayed dozens of times. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: She is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Military, Family, Slave. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1000 sp. Sardonyx (50 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a blue coat. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His golden hair is smooth and relatively long. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Raer is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: Raer lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Extrovert, Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Slave, Family. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 100 gp.