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 wears grey painted combat armor at almost all times. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. 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: A powerful wizard made him what he is. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Persistence. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: This malnourished man wears an entirely black suit with grey socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His hair is cut close to his head. This hazel eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Ghash abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature greatsword.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears a black costume with the symbols of magic on his torso. His white hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He bought a sai and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His auburn hair is knotted and matted. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Veit is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Veit 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. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Veit took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: 6'4" and muscular, this northern man wears a worn and beaten armor. His crest is red and curly. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gold eyes.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 90 gp.