Description: He wears a tan armored body suit, with a simple white line shooting up and back down. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his quarterstaff, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. His blonde hair is thinning but still full. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. The war was a terrible time for him, and Anverth does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. When Anverth reached his early adolescence his Gnome mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he feels kind of lost in life

Flaws: Secretive, Depressed, Disease. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 20000 sp.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He carries a battered shortspear and tarnished crossbow as well. His hair is chestnut and curly. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Wymar was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Fighting, Extrovert, Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: This late middle aged man wears a white top hat and white clothes and is in decent physical shape. His long white hair reaches down to his waist. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his top white hat.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. To his fellows he 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: He was raised in a island tribe. He worked as a nervous Stableman and found it very stressful. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Expand his business; and seeks redemption

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A woman with a cold, calculating air about her, she very much looks the part of a Courier. Her crest is cut close to her head. Her gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food she seems plenty friendly. She does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for her. She lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Gifted from a young age, Furrele studied abroad. At a young age she wooed the heart of her future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. She now owns her own business.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Job, Rich, In love. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1300 sp.