Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull blue iron scale mail. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born in the west. Roondar was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Map Maker. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears an entirely brown suit with violet socks and a vest with buckled shoes, and is pretty ugly. He has dyed his greying chestnut hair a little too much giving a sharp chestnut color. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of drow may trigger it at times.

History: Born to a Tanner, his mother struggled to pay the bills. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His auburn hair is knotted and matted. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Baern was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. 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. Being a Stableman kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Antitoxin. 3 Alchemist’s fire. 3 Alchemist’s fire.

Description: He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep black leather and dull grey iron scale mail. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length green crest. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. In his 16th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Flaws: Ugly, Sensitive, Selfish, Fearful. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a husky man, who tends to wear a grey poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His head has been shaved. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. The war was a terrible time for him, and Namfoodle does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He has had some formal singing training, and achieved minor success. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 370 gp.