Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His fur is short and beige. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

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 is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated, Impeccable. Flaws: Selfish, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His brown hair is smooth and relatively long. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ishgha fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Optimist. Bonds: Poor, Attractive. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1100 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His hair is short and red. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. 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 got into the Bowyer business at a young age. 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 Bowyer. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and expand his business

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Job, Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1800 gp. Red spinel (70 gp). Onyx (30 gp). Star rose quartz (30 gp). Banded agate (11 gp). Alexandrite (700 gp). Moonstone (30 gp). Peridot (30 gp). Moss agate (11 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp).

Description: He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His blonde hair is greasy and uncared for. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Half-Orc in existence. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He moved out south to avoid the crime he committed. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 50 pp. Fiery yellow corundum (900 gp).

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He very much looks the part of a Fisher. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has gleaming, smiling brown eyes.

Personality: He hates Halflings with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. 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, Krimmon is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Halfling conditions. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Justice, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 300 gp.