Description: This late middle aged woman is wearing a long, brown, dusty cloak and is in decent physical shape. Her long cinnamon fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: Trail is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. She disdains her fellow southerners, claiming they make her look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Her father raised her in a mountain cabin. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. She now spends her time doing works of charity.

Motivation: She is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and she doesn't get along with people that don't share her tastes

Ideals: Extrovert, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 6000 sp. 1 Spyglass. 1 Superior lock. 1 Average lock. 1 Superior lock.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has done his best to style his orange fur to look like a famous performer. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep copper.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Kite was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He's also a talented Farmer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Job, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He prefers to wear flannel. His white hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. His red eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Born in the south to a Barrister, Mordai learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Barrister work with an outfit from a few towns over. Barrister work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He became a Barrister soon after.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he's in love

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his longbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has wavy black hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: The child of a Ploughman, who enjoyed hunting, Naill was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Naill took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up longbow and armor he uses now. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Philantrophist, Joker. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 2900 sp.