Description: She wears a brown vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her white leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her brown boots flare out at the collars. She carries with her a set of rapiers, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. She only wears one on her belt and the other on her back. She keeps her long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.

Personality: She barks her statements quickly and with little fuss. She prefers small words and is at her heart utilitarian. She works hard and plays hard.

History: She got into the Barkeep business at a young age. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Barkeep. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Expand her business.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Terse, Hedonist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This western woman's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, she slurs her words together. She wears well tailored gowns and hats with beautiful decoration. She is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. Her hair, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. Her eyes are green and beady.

Personality: She is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as she rather likes the sound of her voice. Her demeanor is somewhat feminine. She takes great joy in being the best Banker in town.

History: Born in the west to a Banker, Yvonne learned a great deal about her father's area of expertise. When the war came and ruined her parents she was left adrift. She was a hard woman then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Gomory lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 4000 sp. Citrine (60 gp). Black pearl (1400 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). Banded agate (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a blue and tan handkerchief worn on his right side. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his dagger, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a skull on it. He keeps his golden hair in a pixie cut. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Clerebold was born the youngest of three triplets. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Tanglefoot bags. 2 Acid flasks. 1 Tanglefoot bags.