Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His head has been shaved. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 37. 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. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Brewer responsibilities is difficult; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His chestnut hair is still thick. His eyes are gray.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. When Darrak reached his early adolescence his Dwarf 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. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new sellsword responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Military, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his mace with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His red hair is braided into rings. He has several tiny aquamarine earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His cinnamon fur, when down, is lengthy. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. The occasional robbery is his preferred attention getting crime, but he mainly uses his means for meeting his own perverse desires.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. Being a Barrister kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture.

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 250 gp.