Description: He wears an entirely black suit with blue socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He is physically well-built. His black fur is long and unkept. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep yellow.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when gnolls swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Through the years after Cloud was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Cloud's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. 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. Cloud fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 260 gp.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has gray fur. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Three isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: Born in the south to a Bricklayer, Three learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Bricklayer. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Impeccable. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His silver hair is knotted and matted. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Fortune-teller. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Born in the east to a Fortune-teller, Kildrak learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He found a children's book about a Dwarf Warrior who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 600 gp. Violet garnet (200 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (500 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His fur is short and white. 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 is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Smoking was born the youngest of three triplets. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature sickle.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tabaxi artifacts is his passion; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Insomniac, Shy, Lazy. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 600 gp. Fiery yellow corundum (1000 gp). Coral (130 gp).