Description: He wears a white costume with the symbols of luck on his torso. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length gold crest. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Cook arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he is greedy

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: Amber (120 gp). Obsidian (6 gp). Peridot (40 gp). Hematite (6 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He likes to wear green tank tops with blue pants. His black hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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. Gimble took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he is content

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He prefers to wear violet clothing when he does not wear armor. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Glassblower. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Nature, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a brown coat. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His silver hair is heavily combed to the right. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. 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, Balam is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Balam took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up lance and armor he uses now. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 2700 sp. White pearl (60 gp). Sard (60 gp).