Description: He dresses like a well dressed Crown-heir does. He carries with him a set of glaives, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His lavender fur is lengthy. His skin is flawless and his hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He got into the Crown-heir business at a young age. 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. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is his passion; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a blue coat. His chestnut hair is greasy and uncared for. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Sculptor who has hired him part-time. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: Born in the west to a Sculptor, Theriatis learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he would like to get married and retire

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Has a crush, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is always cut to a buzz. This green eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He got into the Marshal business at a young age. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Brottor was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and wants his loneliness to end

Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Slave, Has a crush, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His long brown hair reaches down to his waist. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aelar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 7000 cp. Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Solid gold idol (800 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (90 gp).