Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He carries with him a set of nunchakus, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His red hair is cut short. 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 Barkeep born in the past three hundred years. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Impulsive, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 7000 sp. Pink pearl (70 gp). Sard (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears suspenders and brown workpants. His shirt is yellow, and he wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time. He is bald on top and has large silver tufts of hair around his ears. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the north. His childhood dream was to be a Engraver, but he was a colossal failure. He has worked as a Fisher like his father before him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears dull black sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed rapier, just in case. His brown hair is unkempt and raggedy. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Morkral has worked very hard to control his curse. In his journeys he found a malevolent artifact. He wishes to return this artifact and its corrupting influence back to where it came.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 2000 sp. Alexandrite (400 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a rapier on his belt. His crest is short and green. His red eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has achieved small success as a Hunter.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and expand his business

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.