Description: An older man who wears black trousers with red and black striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts, he is not a threatening figure. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. 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: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. Raer was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Junk Dealer. 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's looking for his big break; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 400 gp. Chalcedony (50 gp). Aquamarine (500 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (400 gp).

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears long strands of ruby and short tan dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Born in the east to a Masseuse, Beloril learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He has achieved small success as a Masseuse.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 9000 cp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his axe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His head has been shaved. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Halflings.

History: Corkitron was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. Corkitron was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Corkitron decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Racist. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. In his 19th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.