Description: A plain young-adult man, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He keeps his long red crest kept up in a rat tail. His red eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Dadalan was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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 inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 6 years.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Bonds: Mentor, Job, Family. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: This tall, slender woman typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull violet iron scale mail. She has wavy yellow fur. Her copper eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tabaxi in existence. 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: Trail lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the south, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the south for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way west. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: She wants revenge against drow; and her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by drow, and she desires to right it

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Bonds: Enemies, Family, Rich. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A 4'11" northern woman, she prefers to wear tan clothing when she does not wear armor. Her hair is black and curly. She wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: She is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. She keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to her own.

History: Shava was raised in a hard working conservative environment. In her formative years she discovered how persuasive she was. She began using that to her advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. She was granted martial powers by her dying brother.

Motivation: To be a Miner again.

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his morningstar with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He got into the Assassin business at a young age. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Caeldrim took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up morningstar and armor he uses now. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Assassin.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Job, Nature. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 1200 sp.