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 is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He has dyed his greying yellow fur a little too much giving a sharp yellow color. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

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 Tabaxi in existence. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Trail was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Tabaxi companion (his 'brother'). He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature shield.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Criminal record, Mentor. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 400 gp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (900 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (700 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (40 gp). 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He usually wears his violet robe and has his pickaxe always slung over his shoulder. He carries with him a set of pickaxes, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has styled his rusty crest well, parting it to the right. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Dragonborn compassion; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Peridot (70 gp). Alexandrite (1500 gp). Aquamarine (1500 gp). Bloodstone (70 gp). Malachite (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He is wearing a long, violet cloak. He is an epitome of beauty. He sports a flattop hair cut. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: The child of western immigrants he idolized his mother. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Hamil took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up monstrous two handed axe and armor he uses now. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 1000 gp. Citrine (40 gp). Red garnet (150 gp). Red garnet (150 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (15 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He very much looks the part of a Barkeep. His white hair is singed and shortened. He has a tattooed face.

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 is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Mamnen was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Barkeep work with an outfit from a few towns over. Barkeep work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He tends to his Barkeep job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Obsidian (4 gp). Black star sapphire (900 gp). Star rose quartz (30 gp). Moss agate (4 gp).