Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Vondal was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature trident.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dwarven people; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Forgetful, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, 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 has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: A child with a great deal of dancing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Nutae was born on a far southern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Unemployed. He tends to his Unemployed job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and expand his business

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Rich, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He sports a long white beard, and similarly colored long hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Pacifist, Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 80 pp. Obsidian (8 gp). Sard (50 gp).

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'3" and wears grey trousers with red and pastel striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He got into the Carter business at a young age. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Carter. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: To be a Mortician again; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: In love, Job. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1900 sp.