Description: Her right side is far more bruised and cut up than her other. She dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over her head. She wears her silver hair down. Her brown eyes peer out from beneath her top brown hat.

Personality: Her voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl she speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of her tone. She pushes her goals aggressively. She is also a coward if confronted.

History: Born in a small village she learned the ways of the warrior from her father. She worked as a nervous Fortune-teller and found it very stressful. She struck the Fortune-teller job and began her own company from there.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: She is an average looking southern female in her early mid-life. She likes to wear ponchos typically of a light violet in addition to tight pants. Her hair is long and black with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small violet clips. Her violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is happy with her job as a Courier. She turns her eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. She has a cruel streak; something she gained from her previous mentor. She harbors resentment against her former mentor.

History: Born in the south to a Courier, Emma learned a great deal about her mother's area of expertise. Her homeland was ravaged by war and she spent much of her life rebuilding it. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Courier for the past few years.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg.

Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 10000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 3'3" northern man, he wears a white armored body suit, with a simple tan line shooting up and back down. With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Painter hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north.

Ideals: Optimist, Joker, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (30 gp).

Description: This malnourished man wears pastel robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a warhammer, but if one is not available he will default to his kukri. His white fur is thinning but still full. His copper eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Moon grew up listening to his mother's many stories. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Poor, Guardian, Adventurer. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 1800 gp. Silver ewer (70 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (160 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (800 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (800 gp).

Description: She wears a black tunic with brown highlights, and long grey pants that bunch up around her shoes. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. She wears her hair in dreadlocks. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 91. She counts her steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. She seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. She is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories she has discovered

History: She was born in the west, but her parents moved at a very young age to the north. While she appears to be a normal Half-Orc, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Bookbinder they were divorced and she won custody of their son. She worked as a Locksmith, and she later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for her; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 1100 gp.