Description: This man is tall and muscular. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Marshal born in the past three hundred years. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Marshal but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He got into the Marshal business at a young age. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Marshal work with an outfit from a few towns over. Marshal work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To be a Herbalist again; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1900 sp. Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp).

Description: This man usually wears his yellow robe and has his mace always slung over his shoulder. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amethyst on his left hand. He wears a colorful flower in his chestnut hair. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born in the west. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs

Ideals: Disciplined, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 7000 cp. Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). Amethyst (120 gp). White opal (1100 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (9 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dragonborn, and stands approximately 6'1". He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull white iron scale mail, and his gloved hand is found clutching a ceremonial dagger. His crest is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Mugrunden is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. He has never given up on his music dream.

Motivation: He wants to get laid.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 1300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a simple white robe with red stripes complete with hood. His blonde hair is braided into rings. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His necromantic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He tends to his Weaver job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 1700 sp.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His brass crest has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are likewise gold. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. The war was a terrible time for him, and Nadarr does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. 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's repulsed by the PC; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 100 gp.