Description: A woman with a calm yet intense air about her, she wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a sickle, but if one is not available she will default to her shield. She has a long chestnut ponytail with little hanging trinkets. Her eyes are violet.

Personality: She trusts no one. She is not readily capable for forgiveness and her ire never leaves her. She is used to getting what she wants. In part because she is a meticulous planner.

History: Born to a poor family in the city she treasured whatever gifts she got. A gypsy cursed her at a young age, leading to her ugly appearance. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: She's repulsed by the PC; and many orcs want her driven away

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Antagonistic, Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 6000 sp. Silver ewer (70 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (70 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many pastel ritualistic tattoos. He wears an entirely black suit with pastel socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has no hair. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He got into the Stylist business at a young age. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Coral (120 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp).

Description: An older woman who wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition, she is not a threatening figure. With bright brown hair. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are brown.

Personality: She does not care much for physical appearances, nor does she care much for other people. She does however care about what she wants and getting it. She takes great joy in being the best Cook in town.

History: A studious child she never was much for a social life, not because she was unlikable, but because she did not seek it out. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the east were limited. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Cook for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Stableman again; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears silk and lounges about seductively. He has a red handlebar mustache and slicked back red hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Cory hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Just what you see.