Description: Standing 3'1", this woman wears well tailored gowns and hats with beautiful decoration. She is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. Her blonde hair is braided into rings. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She is filled with cunning. She likes to feign weakness letting people think she is weak. She tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: She was born into a rich family. In her 17th year, her parents were killed by a dire rats raid, leaving Eida alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, she was adopted. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: She wants revenge against dire rats; and several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Slave. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 12000 sp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a brown shirt, with a tan mid length shorts with tan tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His fur is yellow and curly. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: Spring was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 50 pp. Violet garnet (700 gp). 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Full Plate. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield. 1 Full Plate.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a rapier, but if one is not available he will default to his shield. His black hair is smooth and relatively long. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Horza will drive conversation. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She wears a brown shirt with thin green vertical stripes and white pants. Her black fur has been sun bleached extensively. Her yellow eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She has always had a great fascination with Half-Orc culture. She refers to her adoptive mother for almost all things she is unsure about, which are numerous. She is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Emerald lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Her mother was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. She has worked as a Healer like her mother before her.

Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: Just what you see.