Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He typically wears white cloth garments or leather armor. His black hair is heavily combed to the left. He has gleaming, smiling red eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Cressel took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up flail and armor he uses now. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Healer for hire.

Motivation: To be a Marshal again; and expand his business

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 3000 gp. Coral (60 gp). Brown-green garnet (60 gp). Malachite (14 gp). Deep green spinel (60 gp). Lapis lazuli (14 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). Hematite (14 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). White opal (1100 gp).

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He prefers to wear green pants and tee shirts. His hair is long and golden with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small green clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He got into the Weaver business at a young age. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Weaver. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, In love. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 7000 sp. Jet (150 gp). 2 Acid flasks.

Description: He usually wears his pastel robe and has his hammer always slung over his shoulder. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Shepherd profession.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To be a Shepherd again.

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 300 pp. Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1100 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears many layers of old clothing at all times, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: The child of a Soapmaker, who enjoyed hunting, Varg was taken on many hunting expeditions. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Varg never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Nature, In love, Adventurer. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 200 gp. Moss agate (11 gp).