Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. His dark red hair is long and unkept. He has gleaming, smiling silver 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 disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. Paymon was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Herbalist. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 1500 gp.

Description: A 4'1" eastern man, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing grey cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Dyer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Dyer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Job, Military. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Orcs. His skin is light but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a black coat. His long blonde hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Dûshrat lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. He has worked as a Bellfounder like his father before him.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Justice, Impeccable. Flaws: Sensitive. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 300 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (800 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He has no crest. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Server

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 7000 sp. Golden yellow topaz (1400 gp). Peridot (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.