Description: She is an average looking southern female in her early mid-life. She wears a tattered pair of loose tan pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. Her red hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. She has a dull look in her brown eyes.

Personality: Vaina hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate her. It was this clingy personality that held back her poetry career. She lacks moral complications. She does what she is told to by employers but not much else. She spends her money on whatever she fancies at the time.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her mother. Vaina abandoned her home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. She survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. She did whatever it took for her to survive. She has never given up on her poetry dream.

Motivation: Expand her business; and balancing her hectic life and new bather responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: She wears just a black suit. She has dyed her greying black hair a little too much giving a sharp black color. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She is mildly Half-Orc supremacist, though she does not identify as such. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. As a young adult she joined a group advocating for an improvement in Half-Orc conditions. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and she's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Military, Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 7000 sp. Moss agate (7 gp). Deep blue spinel (1200 gp). Chalcedony (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing a long, tan cloak. His silver hair is heavily combed to the right. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Performer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and money/treasure

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Performer

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 200 gp. Bloodstone (80 gp). Blue star sapphire (900 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). Star rose quartz (80 gp).

Description: He wears a grey shirt with thin green vertical stripes and blue pants. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Clerebold isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Clerebold 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. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Humans in Clerebold's homeland. Clerebold decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Clerebold fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 30 gp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (150 gp).