Description: This western man likes to wear tan tank tops with yellow pants. His clothes are grease stained in places. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Glim is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Glim hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (14 gp). Jasper (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing yellow cape and mantle trimmed with soft red waves gently in the breeze. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Some 10 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Vanuath never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, In love. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes are likewise brown.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Calcitro lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Guardian, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Optimist, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 10000 cp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1800 gp). 1 Minor magic item.