Description: He usually wears his brown robe and has his sickle always slung over his shoulder. He is physically well-built. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy golden hair. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Miles 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 made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. 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: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears bulky brown painted plate armor. His black hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and obtaining odd cultural human artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1900 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp).

Description: 2'10" and muscular, this northern man wears green trousers with black and brown striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He has a long golden beard with little hanging trinkets. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Depressed, Impulsive. Bonds: Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 800 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (500 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1900 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (80 gp).

Description: This southern man wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His clothes are grease stained in places. His dark red hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are gold and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Modean was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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 Interpreter. He struck the Interpreter job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Mentor, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: A small bag of saffron. (40 gp).