Description: The woman speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. She seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if she got out from a pool a few moments ago. She wears a fine chain shirt which she covers with black colored cloaks and clothing. She has rusty crest. Her gold eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She seems absolutely devoid of it. She stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: She was born into a rich family. She inherited a moderately successful company from her mother. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it.

Flaws: Mundane, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 40000 cp.

Description: The dark-skinned woman stands 3'2" and prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for her hunting needs. She has shaved her head bald. She wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: She is quite rude, and likes to deride her opponents skill and shout insults at them. She is harsh and unforgiving.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. She has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. She was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: She is unsatisfied with her job; and balancing her hectic life and new dyer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 50 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He carries with him a set of falchions, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His red hair is thinning but still full. He is baby faced.

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 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: Born to a Beggar, his mother struggled to pay the bills. 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. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, In love. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 150 pp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (2000 gp). A small bag of saffron. (30 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His auburn hair is cut short. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Taklinn was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Monk, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Monk in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Light steel shield.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He wears his golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He comes from a rich western family. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Half-Orc conditions. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Guardian, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.