Description: He wears an entirely red suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He is portly but not overly obese. He has styled his orange fur well, parting it to the left. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. Pelt 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 eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to be a carter again

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Nature, Guardian, Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His chestnut hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his writing with anyone who is interested.

History: Dimble was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Being born in the west, 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 west 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 east. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and doesn't want to be a guard and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Persistence, Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This man wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a kukri, but if one is not available he will default to his hammer. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amber on his right hand. His long red hair reaches down to his waist. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Guard. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Guard work with an outfit from a few towns over. Guard work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He struck the Guard job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Halfling artifacts is his passion.

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He stands about 5'0" and dresses in violet turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with black slacks. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His auburn hair is unkempt and raggedy. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born to a Miner, his father struggled to pay the bills. A freak accident while working with his Miner father left him crippled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 800 sp.