Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with white lining and desert motifs. His white fur, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. In his 10th year, his parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Fragrant alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He bought a monstrous two handed axe and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: Moonstone (70 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1400 gp). Brown-green garnet (60 gp). Silver pearl (60 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Chrysoberyl (60 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he prefers to wear grey pants and tee shirts. His black crest is greasy and uncared for. His gold eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: The child of a Bricklayer, who enjoyed hunting, Quarethon was taken on many hunting expeditions. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: 4'9" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He is dressed in a clean blue cloak covering his clean studded leather. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson blue hat.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Family. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 9000 cp.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His hair is red and very short. He has brown eyes.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He refers to his adoptive mother 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: Nuraval hails from a village terrorized by gnolls. 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. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nuraval fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Many gnolls want him driven away; and doesn't want to be a marshal and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: Just what you see.