Description: 5'4" and muscular, this northern woman is wearing a tight brown one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. She has gray fur. Her green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. She is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes her no end of embarrassment.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Barkeep work with an outfit from a few towns over. Barkeep work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Barkeep.

Motivation: To be a Sculptor again; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Forgetful. Bonds: Mentor, Job. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: An older woman who wears a black shirt, with a white mid length skirt with white tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, she is not a threatening figure. She has black crest. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is extraordinarily eccentric. When triggered she is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Havilar lived on a farm with her mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the south, she completed her medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. She returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. She was a general practitioner in the south for years, until she, through no fault of her own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal she made her way west. She bought a shield and has really upped her game hunting, due to her understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Regain custody of her son; and she feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Family, Nature. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy red stubble. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has a hunchback. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Pog grew up listening to his father's many stories. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Pog was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies, In love. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: Standing 5'5", this man wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He has no hair. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. 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: Money/treasure; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 400 sp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He wears his golden hair up in a very large beehive style do. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Fletcher hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Slave, Poor. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 20 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.