Description: A middle-aged man, he typically wears grey cloth garments or leather armor, and is pretty ugly. He is bald on top and has large blonde tufts of hair around his ears. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Body Guard who has hired him part-time. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Halflings.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Halfling conditions. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Halfling people; and he's in love

Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 40 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His auburn hair is cut short. He has blue eyes and a black hat with a tan feather.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Cook business.

History: Hadarai was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. 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: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 900 gp.

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 wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has moderate length gold crest. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

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 Dragonborn in existence. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his dancing with anyone who is interested.

History: Shedinn was born the youngest of three triplets. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered dancing. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Justice, Artistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1800 gp. Red spinel (60 gp). Red spinel (60 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery, and carries bastard swords. His red crest is unkempt and raggedy. His gold eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He found a children's book about a Dragonborn Monk who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 12000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has wavy green crest. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Kerkad abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. 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: He is greedy.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 60 pp.