Description: This tall, slender man wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Naeris will drive conversation. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Elves in the north were limited. He tends to his Bookbinder job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Bookbinder responsibilities is difficult; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He tends to wear a violet poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He carries with him a set of shortspears, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His hair is long and brown with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small violet clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Guard

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1000 sp. Moss agate (10 gp). Tourmaline (110 gp). Blue star sapphire (600 gp). Star ruby (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 5'6". He wears a pastel shirt, with a grey mid length shorts with grey tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them, and his gloved hand is found clutching a sickle. He has styled his orange fur well, parting it to the right. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

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. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: The child of a Stableman, who enjoyed hunting, Trail was taken on many hunting expeditions. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He bought a sickle and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 2100 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His auburn hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Masseuse business.

History: Born to a Barkeep, his mother struggled to pay the bills. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Disciplined, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 340 gp. 1 Half-Plate.