Description: This woman is tall and muscular. She wears bulky brown painted plate armor. She wears a small hat to hide her balding. She tend to wears goggles to shield her eyes.

Personality: She will rave to anyone who will listen. Her home and work are filled with various knick knacks she has acquired through the years. She cares a great deal for her adopted teenage daughter.

History: She was born in the east, but her parents moved at a very young age to the north. Ostracized due to the druidic powers of her oldest sister, she and her siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Tabaxis became a terror of the countryside. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Glassblower they were divorced and she won custody of their daughter. She worked as a Shipwright, and she later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion; and to unite with her sister

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: She wears a white collared shirt and pastel skirt. She accessorizes with a violet scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across her shirt. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. She has dyed her greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. 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 has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Bellfounder who has hired her part-time. She also is a firm believer in the womanly ideal.

History: Born in the south to a Bellfounder, Creega learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. A freak accident while working with her Bounty Hunter mother left her crippled. She has achieved small success as a Bellfounder.

Motivation: To settle down with her crush; and she's attracted to the pc

Flaws: Insomniac, Impulsive, Disease. Bonds: Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Mercenary. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His hair is white and curly. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Rael lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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 has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Hedonist, Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Good lock. 1 Silver holy symbol. 1 Hourglass.

Description: An older man who wears a white vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his white boots flare out at the collars, he is not a threatening figure. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. He has several tiny emerald earrings on each ear.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Thokk took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, In love, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 200 sp.