Description: An older man who wears baggy brown pantaloons and a grey scarf, he is not a threatening figure. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. 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: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, PTSD. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 3200 gp. Jet (140 gp). Emerald (1600 gp). Blue quartz (7 gp). White opal (1600 gp). Azurite (7 gp). Jade (140 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He prefers to wear violet clothing when he does not wear armor. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. 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: Theriatis lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature falchion.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears an entirely yellow suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length black hair. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: Nature, Rich. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 5000 cp.

Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has no hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Suhnae took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor he uses now. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Miller for the past few years.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He keeps his auburn hair in a flapper bob. His eyes are gray.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Because his father participated in the massacre of their homeland, goblins burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the north, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his mother from journeying north to reunite his family. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by goblins. Frouse was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the goblins.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he wants revenge against goblins

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 70 gp. Chrysoberyl (130 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.