Description: This western man is typically in his Bather uniform. His clothes are grease stained in places. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. This hazel eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is afraid of men and trembles around them

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the west. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Bather work with an outfit from a few towns over. Bather work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He became a Bather soon after.

Motivation: To be a Fortune-teller again.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 40 pp. Citrine (20 gp). Chrysoprase (20 gp). Coral (140 gp).

Description: He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Animal Trainer profession.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Lamlis was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and money/treasure

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 400 gp.

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. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Morkral embodies much of what other species detest in the Dwarves. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

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. After a long history of fighting, Morkral and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he typically wears black cloth garments or leather armor. His black crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His gold eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Maagog took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up rapier and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Maagog fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 9000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.