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 generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He wears a broad hat to hide his balding. He is baby faced.

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 also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Gimble was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Animal Trainer. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and wants his loneliness to end

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Has a crush, Military. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He dresses well, wearing yellow shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He has dyed his greying blonde hair a little too much giving a sharp blonde color. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. A serious injury left his mother unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm mother. After a long history of fighting, Gimble and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Nature, Debt. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 800 gp. Solid gold idol (500 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (130 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is white, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. His tied-back hair is red. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. 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, Oppleby is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. While he appears to be a normal Gnome, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 500 gp. Jasper (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His auburn hair has been sun bleached extensively. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Tharivol speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Tharivol lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Family, Nature. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.