Description: He stands about 3'0" and wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy golden hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Doctor but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Ozyman was born on a far eastern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Doctor. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Opinionated, Pacifist. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His white fur is matted, messy, and big. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born to a Tanner, his father struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Body Guard hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he wants revenge against gnolls

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 200 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (120 gp). 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This northern man wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His clothes are grease stained in places. His chestnut hair is unkempt and raggedy. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines red.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Paymon is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Barrister hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 17000 sp. Sard (20 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a simple white robe with brown stripes complete with hood, and is pretty ugly. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length red hair. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Quarion was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He then took over the family business and is one of the better Cook for hire.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Cook and was forced into it by his family; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Family, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.