Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His long brown fur is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. 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: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. He found a children's book about a Tabaxi Adept who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. 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.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: In love, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: He is renowned for his bright blue suits and hats. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly ceremonial daggers and tridents. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. The war was a terrible time for him, and Druuk does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. As a very small child his family refused to pay dues to a local crime lord, who ordered them killed. His father, a somewhat powerful mage sought to protect him and cast a teleportation spell that whisked him away. Being a Doctor 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: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Criminal record, Military, Nature, Family. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 7000 cp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a tan vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his tan boots flare out at the collars. His white hair is greasy and uncared for. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Dabbledob hails from a village terrorized by gnolls. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge.

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Hedonist. Bonds: Enemies, Family. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He carries with him a set of hammers, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His long golden hair reaches down to his waist. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Marshal born in the past three hundred years. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Born in the south to a Marshal, Warryn learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His childhood dream was to be a Scribe, but he was a colossal failure. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and expand his business

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 22000 sp.