Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His golden hair is cut short. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Alvyn was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist, Persistence. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'3" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a green shirt, with a tan mid length shorts with tan tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears his brown hair up. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He bought a hand crossbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Tailor and was forced into it by his family; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: This man wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His rusty crest, when down, is lengthy. 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 hates Dragonborns with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his music with anyone who is interested.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Being born in the south, 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 south 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 west. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Dragonborn compassion.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 30 gp.

Description: This man stands a little under 3'8" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with Stetson hat. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His hazel eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Fortune-teller who has hired him part-time. 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: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Ribbles took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up greataxe and armor he uses now. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and balancing his hectic life and new fortune-teller responsibilities is difficult

Bonds: Has a crush, Job, Immigrant, Nature, Debt. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his falchion with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He is portly but not overly obese. His green crest is singed and shortened. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Addict, Insomniac. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 600 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.