Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his lance, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. His white fur is heavily combed to the right. He has blue eyes and a pastel hat with a grey feather.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He is a Yochlol in disguise. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature lance.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man wears a green armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized ruby on his right hand. He wears his blue crest down. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gold.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He got into the Sage business at a young age. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Rich, Job, In love. Occupation: Sage

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

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep blue leather and dull pastel iron scale mail. He is physically well-built. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he's in love

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Has a crush, Mentor, Criminal record. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing green cape and mantle trimmed with soft red waves gently in the breeze. His hair, while still mostly chestnut, has prominent grey streaks. His silver eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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 is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Born in the south to a Butcher, Chem learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. A gifted student he started as a Dyer, but he got bored and became a Butcher. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 1200 pp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (500 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1300 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (140 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp).