Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. His chestnut hair is lengthy. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes dire rats are coming to abduct people. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Born in the west to a Courier, Calcitro learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Because his mother participated in the massacre of their homeland, dire rats burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the west, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his father from journeying west to reunite his family. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Courier.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Halfling artifacts is his passion; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it

Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Job, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 900 gp. Chrysoberyl (110 gp). Iolite (40 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His gold crest, when down, is lengthy. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, In love. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 2000 cp. Deep green spinel (80 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'0" and dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length blonde hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: Gifted from a young age, Efferil studied abroad. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 40 gp. Red-brown spinel (70 gp).

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a yellow costume with the symbols of strength on his torso. His red hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His skin is flawless and his red eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Barkeep arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears tattered old clothes. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Rolen was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. 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 feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Disciplined, Extrovert, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 4000 cp.