Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose red pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His auburn hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Halander isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Halfling unity. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. Through the years after Halander was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Halander's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Mentor, Religious. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 8000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

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 red ritualistic tattoos. He wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. His blonde hair is cut short. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Varg 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. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Sculptor work with an outfit from a few towns over. Sculptor work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Sculptor for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Slave, Job. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers her face most of the time. Her long golden hair reaches down to her waist. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: She is cool and collected. She likes to make quips and puns whenever she does anything. She also makes a point to compliment her superiors and flatter them. 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: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. In her youth she was a Shipwright, and wanted to be a champion fighter when she grew up. She was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives she lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. She saw the brutality and swore off her fighting aspirations, taking her younger brother on her back after seeing her parents die, and fled the country. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by dire rats. Bardryn was horrified and prayed that her father was alright. However, she heard that her father had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: Revenge.

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 340 gp. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: 5'1" and muscular, this eastern man wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His silver hair is thinning but still full. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: Efferil speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is a great chef.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 30 gp.