Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he very much looks the part of a Server. He is bald on top and has large brown tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. The war was a terrible time for him, and Boddynock does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in the north to a Server, Boddynock learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He worked as a nervous Server and found it very stressful. He has achieved small success as a Server.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Depressed. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Server

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care, and he perpetually has his falchion ready. He has wavy auburn hair. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. 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, Trym is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born in the east. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the east were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and human compassion

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: This man stands a little under 3'0" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a violet vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his violet boots flare out at the collars. His head has been shaved. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his poetry with anyone who is interested.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Banker arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Pacifist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Rich. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 190 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He tends to wear a large green jacket. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is a great chef.

History: Aramil was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He tends to his Junk Dealer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and balancing his hectic life and new junk dealer responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He has the majority of his body covered in plate, marred by teas. His hair is long and silver with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

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 terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. He moved out north to avoid the crime he committed. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Shy, Forgetful. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: Moss agate (15 gp). 1 Half-Plate.