Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He usually wears his brown robe and has his lance always slung over his shoulder, marred by teas. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Frederick's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He has had some formal singing training, and achieved minor success. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable, Professionalism, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 100 gp. Cloth of gold vestments (40 gp). Solid gold idol (700 gp). 1 Everburning torch.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He dresses in black turtlenecks beneath a blue coat with brown slacks. He wears a colorful flower in his auburn hair. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He takes great joy in being the best Herbalist in town.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Dwarven conditions. He tends to his Herbalist job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and dwarven compassion

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Nature. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with brown colored cloaks and clothing. His red hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. In his 20th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 70 pp. Violet garnet (1100 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp). Moonstone (30 gp). Zircon (30 gp). Banded agate (8 gp). Black pearl (1100 gp).

Description: He wears just a black suit. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Morkral was born with his mother's beautiful face. In his 13th year, his parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Morkral alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he wants revenge against drow

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Lazy, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 270 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is dressed in a clean blue cloak covering his clean studded leather. His fur is gray and very short. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Cloak isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Cloak grew up listening to his father's many stories. Cloak was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Cloak decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Family, Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 130 gp.