Description: She is in excellent shape and wears long strands of jet and short tan dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. Her black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Her hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, she has a hard time making friends. She seeks to pay back kindness whenever she gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip she always seeks to do solids for her friends.

History: She was raised happily, as a normal child born to her mother and father. Her mother taught her the rudiments of the Interpreter arts, while her father instructed her in etiquette, music and courtly manner. She worked as a nervous Interpreter and found it very stressful. After a long history of fighting, Pyntle and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job.

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 600 gp. Malachite (7 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This woman wears a green vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her green boots flare out at the collars. She has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized emerald on her left hand. She has wavy dark red hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She is unhospitable to her core. Her small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Through the years after Verin was born, her mother became increasingly distant from her family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Verin's mother didn't care for her much, and the feeling was mutual. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dragonborn, and stands approximately 6'3". He wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and his gloved hand is found clutching a falchion. His green crest has been sun bleached extensively. His gold eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Direcris took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. He bought a falchion and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Disciplined, Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 140 pp.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a white coat. His hair is cut close to his head. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

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. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: The child of a Carter, who enjoyed hunting, Watson was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Watson took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to unite with his sister

Flaws: Antagonistic, Selfish, Insomniac. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 900 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.