Description: This man is dressed in a clean black cloak covering his clean studded leather. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amethyst on his right hand. He has no crest. His eyes are likewise gold. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dragonborns.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. 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. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 70 pp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His hair is golden and curly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. 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 Priest. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Priest responsibilities is difficult; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Athletic, Logical, Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a yellow vest and prefers white and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He is physically well-built. He has moderate length red hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Unemployed arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered east to less war torn lands. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and money/treasure

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: Citrine (70 gp).

Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his mace, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His fur, while still mostly gray, has prominent grey streaks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Pelt lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Flaws: Insane, Sensitive, Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Family, Debt. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 1300 gp.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Half-Orc, and stands approximately 5'5". He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat, and his gloved hand is found clutching a sickle. Sporting a silver mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 89. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and doesn't want to be a herbalist and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Alexandrite (1100 gp). Peridot (50 gp). Fire opal (600 gp). Red-brown spinel (100 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.