Description: Standing 6'1", this man wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He wears a colorful flower in his scarlet crest. His eyes are a pleasant red.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Rhogar has worked very hard to control his curse. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and obtaining odd cultural dragonborn artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1000 gp. Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Blue quartz (12 gp). Tourmaline (150 gp). Red spinel (150 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (12 gp). Bloodstone (30 gp). Brown-green garnet (150 gp). Banded agate (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty grey coat over it. He keeps his golden hair in a flapper bob. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he prefers to wear tan clothing when he does not wear armor. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy auburn hair. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: The child of a Healer, who enjoyed hunting, Oloric was taken on many hunting expeditions. Oloric liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and wants a kiss

Flaws: Terse, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 250 gp. 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield.

Description: This late middle aged man prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman and is in decent physical shape. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. Bûbol liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He bought a shortspear and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Cynical, Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 600 gp. Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.