Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Interpreter. He has dyed his greying gray fur a little too much giving a sharp gray color. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Depressed, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 70 pp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His fur is beige and curly. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Left-Handed isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has never given up on his writing dream.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 180 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: With white face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. He has done his best to style his silver hair to look like a famous performer. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He is a Succubi in disguise. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Religious, Adventurer, In love, Military. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His red leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. His hair is brown and curly. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mercenary work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mercenary work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Military, Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: Lapis lazuli (4 gp). Red spinel (40 gp). Violet garnet (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears suspenders and red workpants. His shirt is tan, and he wears a heavy red leather apron most of the time. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: A child with a great deal of music talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Through the years after Hobart was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Hobart's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He tends to his Gardener job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 300 gp.