Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He prefers to wear blue pants and tee shirts. His beige fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are copper and catlike.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Pelt took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up longsword and armor he uses now. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 70 pp.

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has styled his red crest well, parting it to the right. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Dragonborn compassion; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 3000 gp. Red spinel (40 gp). Red spinel (40 gp). Smoky quartz (20 gp). Blue quartz (15 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He prefers to wear flannel. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: Erky was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Cleric, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Cleric in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Erky abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. 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: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and obtaining odd cultural gnomish artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 9000 sp. Carnelian (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who wears dull violet sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed shortbow, just in case, he is not a threatening figure. He has chestnut hair. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born in the east. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Architect. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork studded leather.