Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears dull green sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed scimitar, just in case. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. Ashgarn enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Server

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: 4'1" and muscular, this southern man wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His blonde hair is unkempt and raggedy. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is mildly Dwarf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dwarves.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A freak accident while working with his Fisher mother left him crippled. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Dwarven people.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Racist. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty pastel coat over it. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His orange fur is greasy and uncared for. His eyes are likewise copper. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of gnolls may trigger it at times.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Shadow was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. 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: Someone believes him a fraud; and he is greedy

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Military. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 7000 cp. 3 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: He is a mite stocky and has a large red mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe. He sports a flattop hair cut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He uses divination through singing.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the south. His childhood dream was to be a Ploughman, but he was a colossal failure. He tends to his Beggar job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Family. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 1 Backpack. 1 Good lock.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He tends to wear a large brown jacket. His lavender fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His yellow eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Spy. 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: Retire the richest man in the east; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 2000 gp. Smoky quartz (80 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). Zircon (80 gp). Eye agate (12 gp).