Description: Runty and weak-looking, he dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a yellow coat with brown slacks. His gold crest is matted, messy, and big. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: The child of a Carter, who enjoyed hunting, Medrash was taken on many hunting expeditions. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and 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

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 100 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a brown collared shirt and red pants. He accessorizes with a yellow scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He keeps his rusty crest in a flapper bob. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He became a Shoemaker soon after.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: This man stands a little under 3'2" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He very much looks the part of a Dilettante. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

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. 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, Namfoodle is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. A gifted student he started as a Fortune-teller, but he got bored and became a Dilettante. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and money/treasure

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 7000 sp. A roughly beaten golden orb (60 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (500 gp).

Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears yellow robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a greatsword, but if one is not available he will default to his scimitar. He has done his best to style his brown hair to look like a famous performer. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker yellow hat.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. 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. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful, Disease. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 500 gp.