Description: He has a large tan mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his pastel robe. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He keeps his blonde hair in a flapper bob. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He uses divination through singing.

History: Gifted from a young age, Don studied abroad. In his 17th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Ugly, Fearful, Mundane. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1 Banded mail.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He wears a colorful flower in his auburn hair. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this western guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Servant profession.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When Dayereth reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a brown cloak and cross-gartered blue stockings. He keeps his long purple hair kept up in a rat tail. His white eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Habor is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: He got into the Soapmaker business at a young age. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He has worked as a Soapmaker like his mother before him.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Slave. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 1100 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (16 gp). Azurite (16 gp). Azurite (16 gp). Tourmaline (110 gp).

Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly shortbows and flails. He keeps his long white hair kept up in a rat tail. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. In his 14th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Pígug alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal.

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Criminal record, Job, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears skinny pants and wears a pastel and green robe with the hood down. He keeps his red hair in a pixie cut. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Theriatis grew up listening to his mother's many stories. 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. 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 doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Justice, Persistence, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: German accent

Possessions: A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (80 gp). Solid gold idol (1000 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (3000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.