Description: 5'10" and muscular, this western man is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His fur, while still mostly lavender, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Shadow hails from a village terrorized by giants. In his youth he was a Ploughman, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Shadow was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Selfish, PTSD. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He has a missing right leg. He wears a pastel armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down. He has black hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. 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 father. While he appears to be a normal Half-Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 300 pp. Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). Black pearl (900 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.

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 has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His golden hair and beard is wavy and long. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born in the south to a Soapmaker, Nuraval learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Soapmaker. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 380 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is typically in his Mortician uniform. He sports a flattop fur cut. His ears are large.

Personality: He hates illithids. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. A gifted student he started as a Server, but he got bored and became a Mortician. He has achieved small success as a Mortician.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and a deep hatred of illithids

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Poor, Enemies, Family. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 300 gp. Freshwater pearl (12 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp).

Description: A 5'2" eastern man, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His golden hair is heavily combed to the right. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. The war was a terrible time for him, and Erdan does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. In his 10th year, his parents were killed by a gnolls raid, leaving Erdan alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by gnolls. Erdan was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the gnolls.

Motivation: A deep hatred of gnolls; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 1400 sp.