Description: This woman is bedraggled and starved. She wears green leather gloves, a green jacket, and tight pants. Her black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She shows great sympathy to all travelers. She's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. To her fellows she is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: She was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. When money was particularly tight she was walking through alleys when she overheard a Sage hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. She made her way to the other competitor and parlayed her knowledge into a job. She routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and she desires to right it; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 300 gp. Aquamarine (1400 gp). Iolite (40 gp).

Description: She stands about 4'11" and dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. Her left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. Her blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. Her green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She hates illithids. She views them as having robbed her home of its proper glory. She is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Isabella grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Isabella. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences her actions.

Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His red hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a Body Guard first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born in the north. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Body Guard. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: An older man who wears a pastel vest and prefers brown and tan shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, he is not a threatening figure. His long red hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Thomas is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Thomas was born on a far southern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Weaver. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.