Description: He usually wears his tan robe and has his sickle always slung over his shoulder, and he perpetually has his sickle ready. His red hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His eyes are violet and beady.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Shágflak lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 2800 sp.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose grey pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He is physically well-built. His auburn hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dwarven companion (his 'brother'). He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 700 sp. Sard (30 gp).

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. 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 wavy blonde hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Oskar liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is greedy

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 300 gp. Citrine (50 gp). Aquamarine (500 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he has the majority of his body covered in plate. He has styled his golden hair well, parting it to the left. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He got into the Sellsword business at a young age. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He tends to his Sellsword job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair is short and silver. His silver eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Nicor is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Locksmith business.

History: Nicor hails from a village terrorized by orcs. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Nicor took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Extrovert, Persistence. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 37000 sp. Chrysoprase (40 gp).