Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears just a brown suit. His orange fur is smooth and relatively long. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep yellow.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature sword.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amethyst on his right hand. His green crest is heavily combed to the right. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is mildly Dragonborn supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He takes great joy in being the best Cook in town.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Cook arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Cook.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and a strong sense of loyalty to half-elven people

Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 200 sp. 1 Half-Plate.

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 wears blue trousers with brown and blue striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He has a very tight haircut. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Born in the west to a Hunter, Arannis learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Arannis was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Hunter for hire.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: 5'9" and muscular, this northern man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. To his fellows he 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: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Bather arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many illithids want him driven away; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 40 gp.