Description: This fat southern woman has a bulbous nose and wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a quarterstaff, but if one is not available she will default to her kukri. Her skin is also unnaturally pale. Her chestnut hair is still thick. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She is fixated on the number 41. 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 always in debt, since she spends her money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: She got into the Slave Trader business at a young age. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Slave Trader work with an outfit from a few towns over. Slave Trader work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She now owns her own business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 6'6" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He is wearing a tight tan one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His long golden hair reaches down to his waist. His blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: Roland was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Paladin, 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 Paladin in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 5000 sp.

Description: 6'0" and muscular, this northern man wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are gray.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Theobald will drive conversation. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Athletic, Extrovert, Logical. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This southern woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She dresses like a well dressed Armorer does. She has a long silver ponytail with little hanging trinkets. Her blue eyes peer out from beneath her deerstalker tan hat.

Personality: She can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. She also is a firm believer in the womanly ideal.

History: She served in the navy to pay for her family's outstanding loans. Her parents enrolled her in a Paladin school at a young age so that she could practice her druidic talents. She now owns her own business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: Just what you see.