Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a black collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a pastel scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has moderate length red hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Vlorn was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Halfling activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Halfling doctor. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Fletcher. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Has a crush, Poor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 20000 cp. 1 Climber’s kit. 1 Bullseye lantern.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shortspear with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His black crest is braided into rings. His eyes are gold and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Map Maker hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to prove his worth to the world

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Impulsive, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Map Maker

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

Possessions: 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: This malnourished man likes to wear ponchos typically of a light green in addition to tight pants. He has no hair. He has a dull look in his gold eyes.

Personality: Zephan is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Zephan was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: Many gnolls want him driven away; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Extrovert, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He stands about 6'10" and wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His fur is cut close to his head. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep yellow.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 25. 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. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern 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. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Just what you see.