Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his halberd with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His fur is white and very short. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born in the east to a Dyer, Cloud learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Dyer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Dyer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 5000 sp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He prefers to wear flannel. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines yellow.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: He was born in the south. 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. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 200 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (30 gp).

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 prefers to wear brown pants and tee shirts. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the right. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. Because his father participated in the massacre of their homeland, brigands burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the north, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his mother from journeying north to reunite his family. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Soveliss was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: He is content; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it

Flaws: Mundane, Addict. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 100 sp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. With bright white hair and a scraggly beard. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Namfoodle is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: Gifted from a young age, Namfoodle studied abroad. 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. Namfoodle took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of philosophers.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Depressed, Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 360 gp. 4 Acid flasks.

Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a grey and violet robe with the hood down. He is portly but not overly obese. His tied-back hair is white. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Opinionated, Gifted. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 140 gp. Coral (80 gp). Rose (70 gp). 1 Breastplate.