Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His half smiles and blue eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his crossbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He carries a battered scimitar and tarnished crossbow as well. His brown fur is heavily combed to the right. His eyes are likewise yellow.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. 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 in the north to a Doctor, Left-Handed learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Guardian, Job. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 3000 cp. Freshwater pearl (14 gp).

Description: This woman is very fat, and tends to wear a large yellow jacket. Her black hair is smooth and relatively long. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: She resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. Her philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She then took over the family business and is one of the better Mortician for hire.

Motivation: To be a Barkeep again; and she is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get her out

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job, Slave. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average woman, she is not imposing. She is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. Her golden hair is wavy and long. Her brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. She has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Her father raised her in a mountain cabin. At a young age her mother died while driving off some brigands. Her father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train her in axe use. After a long history of fighting, Thodris and her spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and she is content

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Racist, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: He wears a white vest and prefers brown and red shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His auburn hair is still thick. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Oblar hails from a village terrorized by illithids. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Oblar was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to illithids demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Enemies, Military. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: Her skin has the orange glow of too much sun. She wears a tan vest and prefers black and brown shirts. Her boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. She has styled her silver hair well, parting it to the right. Her violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Here is a woman who knows she is the smartest in the room. She talks down to others constantly. She claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day she will do what she thinks is right.

History: The child of a Barber, who enjoyed hunting, Dalaba was taken on many hunting expeditions. Dalaba was born on a far western plains where she grew up under the tutelage of her father, an expert Navigator. She moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: She feels the way she acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for her

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 7000 cp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty red coat over it. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Faran was born on a far southern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Butcher. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 50 pp. Sard (20 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (14 gp).