Description: Runty and weak-looking, he prefers to wear pastel pants and tee shirts. He keeps his white hair in a pixie cut. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Born in the south to a Guard, Eiravel learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. 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 Guard. He has worked as a Guard like his mother before him.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to be a bookbinder again

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 500 sp. Silver pearl (90 gp). Azurite (5 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears just a blue suit. He has wavy brown hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He moved out east to avoid the crime he committed. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Soapmaker and was forced into it by his family; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a long, white, dusty cloak. With a patchy auburn beard and wild auburn hair. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He got into the Cook business at a young age. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He became a Cook soon after.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Opinionated, Logical. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 240 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his morningstar with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with writing. He constantly tries to fill his life with writing. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered writing. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 14000 sp. Deep blue spinel (300 gp). Golden yellow topaz (300 gp). Sard (50 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp).

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Morkral will drive conversation. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his dancing with anyone who is interested.

History: Morkral lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Bather they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Dyer, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Extrovert, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Just what you see.