Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His blonde hair is greasy and uncared for. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his small violet hat.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with painting. He constantly tries to fill his life with painting. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and he is content

Ideals: Artistic, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 400 gp. Rhodochrosite (6 gp). Rich purple corundum (800 gp). Black opal (800 gp).

Description: This eastern man tends to wear a red poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His clothes are grease stained in places. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Fonkin was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Bard, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Bard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Gnomes in the east were limited. 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: He desires power and/or immortality; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He tends to wear a large black jacket. His black fur is singed and shortened. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Cartwright who has hired him part-time. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He got into the Cartwright business at a young age. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Military, Job. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a brown and blue robe with the hood down. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his bastard sword, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His silver hair is greasy and uncared for. He has brown eyes.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: Just what you see.