Description: A 5'0" northern woman, she does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when she can avoid it. Her head has been shaved. She is missing an eye and her face is severely sunburned. Her one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: She cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with her opinion, she thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, she can get violently argumentative. She is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. She likes to tell stories.

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. While studying, she fell in love. They married and had a son. Some 4 years later her spouse died after the birth of her son. Heartbroken, Rohesia never married again. Instead she focused her life to raising her son whom she trained as her father had trained her before.

Motivation: She is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 600 gp. White pearl (140 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Deep blue spinel (1100 gp).

Description: He wears a fancy blue suit. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His hair is golden and very short. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: He hates dire rats. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Brewer business.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Persistence, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Rich, Family. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 1000 sp. Violet garnet (500 gp). Black opal (600 gp). Obsidian (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is wearing a long, blue, dusty cloak. His hair is white and very short. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes giants are coming to abduct people. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was raised in a island tribe. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Weaver. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Job, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 gp. Blue sapphire (900 gp). Amethyst (120 gp). Iolite (30 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He tends to wear a large red jacket. He has done his best to style his auburn hair to look like a famous performer. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Glassblower born in the past three hundred years. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He's also a talented Sellsword, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Athletic, Justice, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 300 gp. Sard (60 gp).