Description: This man is very fat, and tends to wear a large red jacket. His head has been shaved. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family In his youth he was a Bowyer, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and seeks redemption

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Disease, PTSD. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 50 gp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (170 gp).

Description: This malnourished man wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. His crest, while still mostly scarlet, has prominent grey streaks. 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 seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. The war was a terrible time for him, and Azzakh does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. When Azzakh reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 1400 gp. Onyx (60 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp). Sard (60 gp). Obsidian (10 gp). Azurite (10 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky man typically wears red cloth garments or leather armor. His beige fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the south. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: This man wears a tight fitting violet shirt and pants, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His crest is gold, silky, and of moderate length. His half smiles and red eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He got into the Servant business at a young age. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Direcris took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up morningstar and armor he uses now. He has achieved small success as a Servant.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp.