Description: This late middle aged man wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a quarterstaff on his belt and is in decent physical shape. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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, Heian and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a tan suit, pastel shirt, and tan tie. He has styled his golden hair well, parting it to the left. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Silvo 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. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Halflings in Silvo's homeland. Silvo decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Silvo fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Family, Immigrant. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 600 gp. Pink pearl (100 gp).

Description: He prefers to wear flannel. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his axe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. He has moderate length green crest. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are red.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 13th year, his parents were killed by a brigands raid, leaving Maagog alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and wants to raise his children well

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Religious, Family. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1700 gp. White opal (500 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Obsidian (14 gp). Obsidian (14 gp). White pearl (100 gp). Pink pearl (100 gp). Smoky quartz (30 gp). Freshwater pearl (14 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is renowned for his bright red suits and hats. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Thamior was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Fortune-teller for hire.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and balancing his hectic life and new fortune-teller responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Selfish, Greedy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 230 gp.