Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'5" and is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His hair is long and golden with streaks of chestnut, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is chestnut, braided, and well cared for. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

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 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 was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: This man is dressed in an above average manner, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has styled his red hair well, parting it to the left. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: He is mildly Halfling supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He got into the Bowyer business at a young age. His parents enrolled him in a Aristocrat school at a young age so that he could practice his druidic talents. He was granted druidic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Bowyer responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He is an epitome of beauty. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his broad green hat.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 71. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: Ombul was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Ranger, 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 Ranger in service of a powerful lord somewhere. In his 12th year, his parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Ombul alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. 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: To reunite with his old friends; and a deep hatred of orcs

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 340 gp.

Description: He is a husky man, who is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. He has a auburn handlebar mustache and slicked back auburn hair. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Joser took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Joser never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Bonds: Enemies, In love, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 80 gp. 3 Holy water.