Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Sage. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small white clips. His beard is white, braided, and well cared for. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He comes from a rich western family. He worked as a nervous Sage and found it very stressful. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he is greedy

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 240 pp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1200 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His golden hair and beard is wavy and long. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his violet eyes.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Ahvain lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His first spouse was a Assassin, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and doesn't want to be a sellsword and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 2000 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (90 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (8000 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (70 gp).

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with Stetson hat. With a patchy silver beard and wild silver hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. After a long history of fighting, Shágflak and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1100 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2100 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (170 gp).

Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His lavender fur is thinning but still full. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

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 a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Seven 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. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Seven took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up rapier and armor he uses now. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Tabaxi compassion; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1 Thunderstones. 3 Antitoxin. 3 Antitoxin.