Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His blonde hair is matted, messy, and big. He has green eyes and a black hat with a pastel feather.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. Tûhorn 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 axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end.

Ideals: Justice, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 1200 gp. Black pearl (800 gp). Citrine (30 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

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 dark leathers with embroidery. He wears his purple hair down. His silver eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Courier born in the past three hundred years. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Sammal was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Tiefling companion (his 'brother'). He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Courier.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Smoky quartz (80 gp). Citrine (80 gp). Sard (80 gp).

Description: He very much looks the part of a Bookbinder, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'3" when asserting himself. His hair is cut close to his head. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He has worked as a Bookbinder like his father before him.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to be a apothecary again

Flaws: Shy, Forgetful, Ugly. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He has done his best to style his brown hair to look like a famous performer. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. While he appears to be a normal Halfling, 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 remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 6000 cp.