Description: She is a mite stocky and has the majority of her body covered in plate. Her moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She is a jovial happy person, but she is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. 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, Trym is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: When she was but 4 years old her parents immigrated from the west. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Halflings became a terror of the countryside. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Optimist, Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Tanglefoot bags. 2 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: She stands about 6'2" and is typically in her Barber uniform. Her right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. Her silver crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, she has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. Around other people she will do her best to conceal her emotions and appear jolly.

History: She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Barber work with an outfit from a few towns over. Barber work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She now owns her own business.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and she is unsatisfied with her job

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 600 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His hair is long and brown with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small violet clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. 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 calm most of the time but flees social interaction. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with vampirism at a very young age, Aramil has worked very hard to control his curse. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of freemasons.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; 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: Professionalism. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Disease, Secretive. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This malnourished woman prefers to wear red pants and tee shirts. Her silver hair is thinning but still full. 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 dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. 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, Portia is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was raised in a forest tribe. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Portia took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shield and armor she uses now. She bought a shield and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Regain custody of her daughter.

Ideals: Pacifist, Justice. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1300 sp.