Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His auburn hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: Born to a Mortician, his father struggled to pay the bills. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Morkral grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Morkral. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Flaws: Shy, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shortspear with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His black crest is braided into rings. His eyes are gold and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Map Maker hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. 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 to prove his worth to the world

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Impulsive, Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: This malnourished man likes to wear ponchos typically of a light green in addition to tight pants. He has no hair. He has a dull look in his gold eyes.

Personality: Zephan is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. 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: Zephan 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. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: Many gnolls want him driven away; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Extrovert, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: He stands about 6'10" and 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. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His fur is cut close to his head. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep yellow.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 25. 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 is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. While he appears to be a normal Tabaxi, 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. 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.

Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is renowned for his bright brown suits and hats. He keeps his golden hair in a pixie cut. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. 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: Kugáluga was born the youngest of three triplets. When Kugáluga reached his early adolescence his Half-Orc 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. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Athletic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Family, Military. Occupation: Performer

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: Chrysoprase (40 gp).