Description: This woman stands a little under 6'5" and is a bit bulky. She is very muscular particularly in the legs. She is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Layabout. Her bronze crest is thinning but still full. Her eyes are a pleasant gold.

Personality: She has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Layabout who has hired her part-time. She cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Savaran grew up listening to her mother's many stories. 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. She has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Ruler. She hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and an old rival family wants her found

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Has a crush, Adventurer, Military, Family. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 20000 cp. A small bag of saffron. (30 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1600 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (130 gp). 1 Masterwork manacles.

Description: She is a pot bellied western woman with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. She wears a violet cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. Sporting a chestnut mohawk this woman's hair draws a lot of attention. Her brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She is not truly malevolent, but she is obsessed with poetry. She constantly tries to fill her life with poetry. More though she will beg to come along on any journeys. She will attempt to stowaway on any ship she can in the hopes that it will get her further away.

History: She was born several months after her father was called into army service. She has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. She has never given up on her poetry dream.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and she wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Slave, Military. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She likes to wear ponchos typically of a light brown in addition to tight pants. She sports blonde long hair. Her green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. She would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Millicent took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor she uses now. Some 2 years later her spouse died after the birth of her daughter. Heartbroken, Millicent never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her daughter whom she trained as her father had trained her before.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, In love. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: She wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered black stockings, and she perpetually has her monstrous two handed axe ready. With bright brown hair. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are green.

Personality: She is irascible and easily irritated. She does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: The child of southern immigrants she idolized her mother. At a young age her mother died while driving off some gnolls. Her father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train her in monstrous two handed axe use. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nalaed fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 600 gp. Moonstone (70 gp). Eye agate (15 gp).