Description: He typically wears brown cloth garments or leather armor. He is portly but not overly obese. His auburn hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. After coming to the age of reason, Dayereth took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Baker.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and balancing his hectic life and new baker responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 4000 sp. Tiger eye turquoise (11 gp). Eye agate (11 gp). Onyx (80 gp). Malachite (11 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He tends to wear a white poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His black hair and beard is wavy and long. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is an amazing painter.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has worked as a Scribe like his father before him.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His beige fur is thinning but still full. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He is mildly Tabaxi supremacist, though he does not identify as such. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When Trail reached his early adolescence his Tabaxi mother 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. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Military, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Server

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 700 sp. Red garnet (70 gp). 1 Banded mail.

Description: This man prefers to wear yellow pants and tee shirts. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He has red hair. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He works hard and plays hard.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. Corkitron was born on a far eastern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Merchant. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Halfling people; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Hedonist, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. His red hair is still thick. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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 kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Tordek took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor he uses now. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Cynical, Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Rich. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1000 gp. Zircon (20 gp). Aquamarine (900 gp). Rhodochrosite (14 gp).