Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he usually wears his black robe and has his club always slung over his shoulder. His green crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. 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: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. 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: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and a strong sense of loyalty to dragonborn people

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This tall, slender man wears yellow painted combat armor at almost all times. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. At a young age his father died while driving off some giants. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in greatsword use. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Ugly. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 50 pp.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length red crest. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. After coming to the age of reason, Medrash took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was granted druidic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Superior lock. 1 Bullseye lantern. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument. 1 Silver holy symbol.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears white trousers with pastel and tan striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He takes great joy in being the best Navigator in town.

History: He was born in a small island village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 island due to the painful memories there. Darrow took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up kukri and armor he uses now. He has worked as a Navigator like his father before him.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 330 pp.