Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Fletcher. He carries with him a set of nunchakus, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He keeps his gold crest in a pixie cut. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, 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 became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). Blue quartz (13 gp). Red-brown spinel (90 gp). Red spinel (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He carries with him a set of greatswords, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Skûn was born with his father's beautiful face. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 5000 gp. Violet garnet (900 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp). Malachite (16 gp). Blue sapphire (1100 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Moss agate (16 gp). Sard (70 gp). Coral (40 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His golden hair is singed and shortened. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. The war was a terrible time for him, and Mozfel does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Mozfel was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Armorer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Flaws: Ugly, Emotional, Depressed. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1100 sp. Citrine (40 gp). Golden pearl (160 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is wearing a long, white cloak. His black fur is braided into rings. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When Edge reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. After a long history of fighting, Edge and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he's in love

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Has a crush, Military, Job. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 50 gp. Obsidian (9 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a tan costume with the symbols of the four houses of cards on his torso. He wears a colorful flower in his brown hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Apothecary. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of dire rats may trigger it at times.

History: He was born in the north. Beloril liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He wants revenge against dire rats; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Enemies, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 220 gp.