Description: This malnourished man wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with tan colored cloaks and clothing. He is bald on top and has large blonde tufts of hair around his ears. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 20000 cp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (400 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (600 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp).

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 3'4" and wears a white armored body suit, with a simple pastel line shooting up and back down. His silver hair is lengthy. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Born in the south to a Stylist, Fulbar learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Like his father and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Stylist. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His brown fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has yellow eyes and a green hat with a violet feather.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He has no crest. His eyes are a pleasant gold.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dragonborns in the north were limited. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: Chalcedony (60 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Moss agate (5 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down and is in decent physical shape. He wears his white hair up. He has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Travok 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 knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Cynical, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.