Description: This exceptionally lanky man dresses well, wearing green shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His silver hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. 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: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He moved out south to avoid the crime he committed. Some 9 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Raer never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears an entirely brown suit with violet socks and a vest with buckled shoes, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'0" when asserting himself. His silver hair is heavily combed to the left. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. 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. Altho took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Hunter for the past few years.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and expand his business

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Shy, Hedonist. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 600 gp. Jet (50 gp). Alexandrite (1300 gp). Blue star sapphire (1500 gp). Moonstone (50 gp).

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He is an epitome of beauty. His silver hair is cut short. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of orcs once and for all.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Malmûg took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Brewer and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and to be a sellsword again

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Enemies, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a yellow cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. He carries a battered dagger and tarnished scythe as well. His black fur is greasy and uncared for. His yellow eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of orcs may trigger it at times.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Painter hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1200 sp.