Description: This younger middle-aged man is wearing a long, brown cloak, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His green crest is greasy and uncared for. His gold eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. 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, Gorbundus is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He became a Spice Merchant soon after.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: In love, Job, Rich. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 6000 sp. Star rose quartz (20 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). Banded agate (8 gp). Sard (20 gp). Zircon (20 gp). Rose (20 gp).

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat, and is pretty ugly. He sports a flattop fur cut. His eyes are copper and catlike.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Pelt 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 was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Tabaxi companion (his 'brother'). He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Justice, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His copper crest is unkempt and raggedy. This gold eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. 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: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. His parents were killed by orcs in a raid when he was still a young child. The orcs captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 290 gp.

Description: This malnourished man likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His black hair is knotted and matted. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Broce took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 500 gp. Onyx (40 gp). Black pearl (300 gp). Malachite (13 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item.