Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner, and he perpetually has his quarterstaff ready. His hair is short and chestnut. His violet eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

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 uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was born in the north. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Halflings in Wiggan's homeland. Wiggan decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 4000 sp. Malachite (9 gp). Moonstone (30 gp). Hematite (9 gp). Freshwater pearl (9 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This slender man stands about 6'5". He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He has shaved his head bald. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He's also a talented Bookbinder, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His long gold crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are red.

Personality: Kerkad wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Warrior, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To unite with his brother.

Ideals: Disciplined, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Family. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 180 pp. Red garnet (50 gp). Coral (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a long, brown cloak. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Fortune-teller born in the past three hundred years. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Gifted from a young age, Mozfel studied abroad. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He tends to his Fortune-teller job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This late middle aged man wears a pastel shirt, with a black mid length shorts with black tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them and is in decent physical shape. His fur is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Flask wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Ranger, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Seeks redemption.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insane, Selfish. Bonds: Mentor, Military. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.