Description: He typically wears brown cloth garments or leather armor, and he perpetually has his trident ready. His yellow fur has been sun bleached extensively. This green eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Pelt was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Armorer. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Armorer for hire.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Armorer responsibilities is difficult; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 800 gp. Citrine (40 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp). Blue quartz (11 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears suspenders and tan workpants. His shirt is white, and he wears a heavy tan leather apron most of the time. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He disdains his fellow westerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He was taken from his home at a very young age. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Flaws: Disease, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 600 gp. Moss agate (6 gp). White pearl (60 gp). Red-brown spinel (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a blue coat. He keeps his black hair in a pixie cut. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Cockaby hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Artistic, Professionalism. Bonds: Nature, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 6'9" southern man, he has the majority of his body covered in plate. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Spice Merchant. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He worked as a nervous Spice Merchant and found it very stressful. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; 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: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item.