Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a green coat. He carries with him a set of longbows on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He found a children's book about a Tiefling Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. Some 10 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Zephan never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Tiefling artifacts is his passion; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: In love, Adventurer. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 1200 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (500 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He prefers to wear flannel. His brass crest has been sun bleached extensively. His gold eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Maagog was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Rogue, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Rogue in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Painter hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

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

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He is physically well-built. His auburn hair is matted, messy, and big. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Dilettante arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Religious. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 8000 sp. Zircon (50 gp). Violet garnet (400 gp). Silver pearl (160 gp). Citrine (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He very much looks the part of a Junk Dealer. His red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His half smiles and gray eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Broce 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. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Junk Dealer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Junk Dealer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Junk Dealer responsibilities is difficult; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Passionate, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Job, Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he very much looks the part of a Fletcher. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. 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 Fletcher. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Fletcher.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away.

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Mentor, Religious. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 10000 cp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.