Description: He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He carries a battered pickaxe and tarnished rapier as well. His copper crest is still thick. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Kerkad hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Kerkad lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. In his youth he was a Herbalist, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent father.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Hedonist, PTSD. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 30 pp. Violet garnet (1100 gp). White pearl (90 gp). White pearl (90 gp). Black pearl (1100 gp). Moss agate (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His rusty crest is knotted and matted. His gold eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. A gifted student he started as a Marshal, but he got bored and became a Bookbinder. He became a Bookbinder soon after.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Athletic, Logical, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1200 sp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Banded mail. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: 4'9" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears a white collared shirt and violet pants. He accessorizes with a blue scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Ahvain hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He is a very good compulsive liar and kleptomaniac.

History: Born to a Fortune-teller, his father struggled to pay the bills. In his youth he was part of a gang. He got caught, but did not rat out his comrades and served his time in prison. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Artistic, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (600 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (600 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His red crest is thinning but still full. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Dadalan hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Dadalan was born with his father's beautiful face. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He struck the Laborer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Rich, Job. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 1200 gp. Rose (20 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Weaver. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1100 gp.