Description: A middle-aged man, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat, and is pretty ugly. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He takes great joy in being the best Fisher in town.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. 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 Fisher. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and expand his business

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his lance, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. His silver hair is knotted and matted. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Zûgor speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 5'8" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears dull white sweaters, loose tan pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed ceremonial dagger, just in case. His white fur is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He got into the Glassblower business at a young age. His childhood dream was to be a Locksmith, but he was a colossal failure. He has achieved small success as a Glassblower.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and balancing his hectic life and new glassblower responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a violet coat. His head has been shaved. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Gildmak is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Halfling activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Halfling doctor. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Halfling people; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1000 gp. Azurite (10 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Jade (60 gp). Banded agate (10 gp). Red spinel (60 gp). Rose (60 gp). Banded agate (10 gp). Golden pearl (60 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many white ritualistic tattoos. He has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. 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: He is a Lycanthrope in disguise. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and doesn't want to be a masseuse and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 800 gp. Sard (50 gp).