Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He prefers to wear pastel clothing when he does not wear armor. He has no hair. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Barkeep. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He got into the Barkeep business at a young age. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He tends to his Barkeep job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and expand his business

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Poor. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 2400 sp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears brown painted combat armor at almost all times. His bronze crest is unkempt and raggedy. He is baby faced.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. Dadalan was born on a far northern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Barber. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 150 pp. Deep green spinel (120 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing left leg. He wears skinny pants and wears a grey and black robe with the hood down. His chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Namfoodle was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Warrior, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Warrior in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 80 pp.

Description: This tall, slender man wears a violet feathered hat and violet clothes. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born in a small plains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Conrad took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac, Secretive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a blue coat, marred by beers. He keeps his long golden hair kept up in a rat tail. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born to a Crown-heir, his mother struggled to pay the bills. Through the years after Thorin was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Thorin's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 380 gp. 1 Small steel mirror.