Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with wide-brimmed hat. He carries a battered flail and tarnished shortspear as well. His crest, while still mostly bronze, has prominent grey streaks. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his red eyes.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Shipwright business.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Ostracized due to the psionic powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Dragonborns became a terror of the countryside. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 2000 cp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His white hair is greasy and uncared for. His black eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed green hat.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Sammal was born on a far eastern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Laborer. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a brown tunic with black highlights, and long brown pants that bunch up around his shoes, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has moderate length brown fur. His copper eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is someone who is used to having a large amount of sex appeal. He also lacks a concept of privacy and shares just about everything. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Scribe but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To protect his home; and obtaining odd cultural tabaxi artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Pacifist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer, Guardian. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 900 gp. Golden pearl (50 gp).

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sickle with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Elf in existence. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. 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. Adelard took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 150 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.