Description: He is in excellent shape and wears just a tan suit. His golden hair is smooth and relatively long. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Einkil was born on a far western island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Laborer. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Athletic, Opinionated, Artistic. Bonds: Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 2600 sp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (200 gp). 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 5'2". He dresses well, wearing black shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time, and his gloved hand is found clutching a longbow. His cinnamon fur is heavily combed to the right. He is baby faced.

Personality: Left-Handed is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Tabaxis.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A freak accident while working with his Gardener father left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Flaws: Depressed, Racist, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 200 gp. Citrine (70 gp). Deep green spinel (110 gp).

Description: He wears long strands of amethyst and short green dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He carries with him a set of bastard swords, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His silver hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Miller arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 8000 sp. Gold music box (2000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2100 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp).

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has moderate length red crest. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dragonborns.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Hirrathak took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Dragonborn compassion; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 500 sp. Red-brown spinel (120 gp).