Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a green shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He sports a long blonde beard, and similarly colored long hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. 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, Drogo is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Drogo lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He worked as a nervous Performer and found it very stressful. He has achieved small success as a Performer.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 3000 cp.

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Bowyer does. He wears his white hair down. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady brown eyes.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Born in the south to a Bowyer, Theobald learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Bowyer responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 11000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His golden hair is cut short. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Through the years after Roland was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Roland's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: To protect his home; and money/treasure

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Guardian. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'6". He wears a black shirt with thin brown vertical stripes and violet pants, and his gloved hand is found clutching a ceremonial dagger. His auburn hair and beard is wavy and long. His ears are large.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Roland liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He bought a ceremonial dagger and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His hair is long and chestnut with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small green clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are violet.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Fletcher born in the past three hundred years. Justin is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: He was born in a small plains village. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Fletcher hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Fletcher for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and regain custody of his son

Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job, Family, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.