Description: This younger middle-aged man is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured, and a wedding ring on his right hand. He sports a flattop crest cut. His gold eyes are slightly larger than normal.

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. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. Some 5 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Hirrathak never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Selfish, Antagonistic. Bonds: In love, Slave. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 400 sp. Moonstone (40 gp).

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears dull yellow sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed falchion, just in case. His red hair is heavily combed to the right. He has gleaming, smiling amber eyes.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family 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. Gorgûm took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up falchion and armor he uses now. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He tends to wear a white poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has a long white beard with little hanging trinkets. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Erias is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dwarves in the south were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. He has wavy red fur. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing dancing.

History: A child with a great deal of dancing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. 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. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1000 gp. Carnelian (80 gp). Violet garnet (1500 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Black star sapphire (1600 gp). Chrysoberyl (40 gp). Alexandrite (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item.