Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He is dressed in earthy colors with a red and green handkerchief worn on his left side. With a patchy blonde beard and wild blonde hair. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Born in the south to a Tailor, Burto learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. 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 Tailor. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Sensitive, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has a very tight haircut. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Orc in existence. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 150 gp. 3 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: Standing 4'5", this man wears an entirely tan suit with white socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has a very tight haircut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Vonbin was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. 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 Glassblower. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job, Family. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 5'6", this man wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his small grey hat.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he wants revenge against drow

Flaws: Fearful, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Healer

Voice: German accent

Possessions: Just what you see.