Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during, and a wedding ring on his right hand. With bright white hair and a scraggly beard. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 67. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, In love, Nature. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 9000 sp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and tan handkerchief worn on his left side. His red hair has been sun bleached extensively. His blue eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. Korag enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Korag took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Mundane, Hedonist. Bonds: Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This eastern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His green eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker brown hat.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Eberk grew up listening to his mother's many stories. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Eberk was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Many gnolls want him driven away; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 270 gp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep blue leather and dull black iron scale mail. His brass crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gold.

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 vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Sethrekar was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Commoner, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Commoner in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Sethrekar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Alexandrite (1100 gp). Black pearl (1100 gp). Brown-green garnet (160 gp). Carnelian (60 gp). Azurite (5 gp). Black pearl (1100 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Fire opal (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and dresses in white turtlenecks beneath a green coat with tan slacks. His red fur is matted, messy, and big. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson white hat.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He saw the violence of war and the aftermath so he converted to religion and dedicated himself to non-violence.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Mundane, PTSD. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 1200 gp.