Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When Drogo reached his early adolescence his Human mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 800 gp. Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp). 2 Acid flasks. 3 Smokesticks.

Description: This man is very fat, and is dressed in a clean brown cloak covering his clean studded leather. His red hair is heavily combed to the left. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Dyer. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Dyer and was forced into it by his family.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A plain young-adult woman, she dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over her head. Her hair is golden and very short. She is baby faced.

Personality: She is unhospitable to her core. Her small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. 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: Her father raised her in a mountain cabin. Her parents died when she was young, and she was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Giselle 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 Giselle. Days after completing her studies, news broke out that her hometown was attacked by giants. Giselle was horrified and prayed that her father was alright. However, she heard that her father had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: She seems to be bored by most things; and someone believes her a fraud

Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 300 gp. Citrine (60 gp). Azurite (4 gp). Banded agate (4 gp).

Description: She wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. She cuts an attractive figure and her suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. Her golden hair is thinning but still full. Her eyes, though not visible through her cowl, are hazel.

Personality: She believes there is no problem she cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. She loves teas. She is very sensitive about her face. To blow off anger she lifts weights and to control her otherwise explosive temper she works out a lot.

History: Born to a Healer, her father struggled to pay the bills. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. One night she noticed a nearby shooting star which she hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. She has done her darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Persistence, Fighting. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.