Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a simple grey robe with black stripes complete with hood. His tied-back hair is blonde. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Trym lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Locksmith they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Butcher, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: The light-skinned woman stands 5'5" and wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). Her blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. Her eyes are gray.

Personality: She is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. She is a great chef.

History: Born in the south to a Bellfounder, Matilda learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands; and several ex partners dislike her way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 2000 sp. Black pearl (1500 gp). Chrysoberyl (90 gp). Chalcedony (70 gp). Onyx (70 gp).

Description: She appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 6'1". She prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. She carries her fan with her everywhere and carries herself as the perfect lady, and her gloved hand is found clutching a hand crossbow. She has moderate length brown hair. Her face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: She is overprotective of those who hire her services. She is a ruthless business woman, a trait she acquired from her father.

History: She got into the Merchant business at a young age. Her father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. She tends to her Merchant job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: To be a Barkeep again.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich, Guardian, Job. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 300 gp. Aquamarine (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. She wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. Beneath her clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. She keeps her white hair in a flapper bob. She has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. She wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: She loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. She is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Oriel lived on a farm with her father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. She dropped out of school before completing her studies. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Dyer they were divorced and she won custody of their son. She worked as a Dilettante, and she later adopted a second son.

Motivation: An old rival family wants her found; and her spouse's relatives view her with great suspicion

Ideals: Opinionated, Logical. Bonds: Poor, Slave, Family. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: Just what you see.