Description: This younger middle-aged man is wearing a long, white cloak, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His brown hair is knotted and matted. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He married young, but lost his spouse to dire rats. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Pígug was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tiefling artifacts is his passion; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: In love, Nature, Enemies, Adventurer. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1500 gp. Zircon (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She is well dressed, but even with her fine clothing she looks run-down. Her chestnut hair is still thick. She wears a mask on her face.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. She dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. Her biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Seere took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up mace and armor she uses now. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A thin woman, she clearly needs to put on some weight, but she still has a lot of muscle. She wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. Her hair is chestnut and curly. Her amber eyes peer out from beneath her wide-brimmed red hat.

Personality: She is a melancholic, but persistent worker. She resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. She is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Her father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and she feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Orcs. His skin is dark but he possesses many green ritualistic tattoos. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has done his best to style his brown hair to look like a famous performer. He has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Ratak liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. 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: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is greedy

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Military, Nature. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 700 gp.