Description: He wears tattered old clothes. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Map Maker. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. 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 Map Maker. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Job, Military, Family. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 70 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is a pot bellied eastern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his dagger with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Rolf will drive conversation. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. 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 Beggar. He struck the Beggar job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To be a Spy again; and expand his business

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 600 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Jeweled anklet (4000 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He sports blue clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. 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 has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions.

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Poor, Religious. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 300 pp. Eye agate (13 gp). Peridot (20 gp). Brown-green garnet (40 gp). White pearl (40 gp). Obsidian (13 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'0" and wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a shortspear on his belt. His moppish silver hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 59. 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. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Eiravel grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Eiravel. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1000 gp. Sardonyx (40 gp). Rhodochrosite (9 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp). Banded agate (9 gp). Peridot (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His black fur, when down, is lengthy. His yellow eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Tabaxi companion (his 'brother'). 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 doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Gifted, Impeccable. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 120 pp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.