Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. With bright blonde hair and a scraggly beard. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Nuraval hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. 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: Nuraval was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Apothecary hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, In love. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has dyed his greying gold crest a little too much giving a sharp gold color. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are red.

Personality: He is mildly Dragonborn supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Tabaxi activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Tabaxi doctor. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west.

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 8000 gp. Zircon (30 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (13 gp). Jasper (30 gp). Blue quartz (13 gp). Red garnet (80 gp). Banded agate (13 gp). Amethyst (80 gp). Blue star sapphire (1400 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Malachite (13 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Smoky quartz (30 gp). Lapis lazuli (13 gp). Obsidian (13 gp). Deep green spinel (80 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This late middle aged woman is dressed in a clean brown cloak covering her clean studded leather and is in decent physical shape. Her orange fur is thinning but still full. Her eyes are yellow and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: She is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though she does not identify as such. She is skeptical of what others tell her and is slow to trust.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Flask was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. She eventually earned her freedom when her former master disappeared. A serious injury left her mother unemployed and in need of constant care. Her family became saddled with debt trying to care for her infirm mother. She remains aloof and afraid to be herself due to all the ideals others have placed upon her.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to pay off her debts

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist, Shy. Bonds: Mentor, Debt. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1700 sp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. His dark red hair is knotted and matted. He has silver eyes.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Qemuel lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Justice, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1000 sp.