Description: This woman wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. She has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amber on her left hand. Her hair, while still mostly brown, has prominent grey streaks. Her blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: While she is on the job, she is grim and serious. She understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. She has all her life been fascinated with dancing.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Kathra grew up listening to her father's many stories. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Kathra grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Kathra. After months of barely getting by, Kathra managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, she made her way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is her passion

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into her tan robe. Her rusty crest is knotted and matted. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gold.

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. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Havilar is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: Havilar was born into a poor family. Growing up, she dreamt of becoming a Warlock, to bring honor to her family’s name. When she came of age, she applied for a position with her town's local guard, looking to work her way up via merit and eventually become a Warlock in service of a powerful lord somewhere. She 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. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend.

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1600 gp.

Description: She stands about 3'10" and wears a simple grey robe with blue stripes complete with hood. Her left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. She has done her best to style her auburn hair to look like a famous performer. Her violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. She loves her children and doesn't want them to worry about her. She loves to share her dancing with anyone who is interested.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. She graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. She advanced relatively quickly due to her good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Family, Military. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 4000 cp. 1 Superior lock.

Description: He typically wears red cloth garments or leather armor, and carries longbows. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson red hat.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Darrow isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Halfling unity. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Darrow was born the youngest of three triplets. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, 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 is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 3000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.