Description: An older man who is well dressed, constantly wearing a pastel suit, grey shirt, and blue tie, he is not a threatening figure. His white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has violet eyes and a pastel hat with a grey feather.

Personality: Trym speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He was born in the south. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Human companion (his 'brother'). By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and doesn't want to be a weaver and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Family, Job. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears a brown collared shirt and yellow pants. He accessorizes with a grey scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His hair is white and very short. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born in the north to a Baker, Quarion learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: Coral (60 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears brown trousers with red and white striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His white hair is knotted and matted. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He uses divination through singing.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature bow.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Half-Orc artifacts is his passion; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Dutch accent

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

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he has the majority of his body covered in plate. He keeps his gray fur in a flapper bob. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his top red hat.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Silent is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Opinionated, Justice. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 8000 sp. Rock crystal (80 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with deerstalker hat. He wears a colorful flower in his gold crest. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Quarethon is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the north. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dragonborns in the north were limited. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and a deep hatred of illithids

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insomniac, Hedonist. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Star rose quartz (60 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.