Description: She stands about 5'11" and very much looks the part of a Merchant. Her right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. Her chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. 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 will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken her opponents. Despite her formidable combat skills she remains a coward. Despite her manner, she is extremely passionate and proud of her job, and she prides herself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Damaia was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Merchant. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Merchant for the past few years.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, In love. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 180 gp. 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: A pudgy woman standing about 3'5" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears a robe, a symbol of death around her neck, and a sickle on her belt. Her white hair is wavy and long. Her gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She goes out her way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one she won't accept into her heart. She loves her children and doesn't want them to worry about her. She loves to share her poetry with anyone who is interested.

History: She grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Her mother disappeared, and while she tried to raise money to find her mother, she was betrayed dozens of times. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Barkeep they were divorced and she won custody of their son. She worked as a Interpreter, and she later adopted a second son.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and wants to raise her children well

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This tall, slender man likes to wear ponchos typically of a light blue in addition to tight pants. He wears his chestnut hair down. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He used his abilities to trick people and travel the world for free.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Human people; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane, Racist. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 2800 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He carries with him a set of monstrous two handed axes on his belt, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He sports a long chestnut beard, and similarly colored long hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. The war was a terrible time for him, and Tharivol does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the west. Tharivol was born on a far western mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Tailor. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 300 gp.