Description: He wears a brown collared shirt and tan pants. He accessorizes with a white scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Foxilon was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was granted druidic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Military. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 1000 gp. Deep green spinel (110 gp). Peridot (50 gp). Chalcedony (50 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (15 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Sard (50 gp). Sard (50 gp). Iolite (50 gp). Malachite (15 gp). Star ruby (1400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

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 is wearing a long, green, dusty cloak. He wears his chestnut hair down. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Masseuse who has hired him part-time. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He has worked as a Masseuse like his mother before him.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he's in love

Flaws: Selfish, Greedy. Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush, In love, Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 600 sp. 4 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Fibblestib was born the youngest of three triplets. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Gnomes in the north were limited. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and wants to raise his children well

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. He is portly but not overly obese. He has done his best to style his brown hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Sculptor but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. In his youth he was a Dyer, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Arumawann fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he is content

Ideals: Pacifist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, PTSD. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 31000 sp. Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp). White pearl (110 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.