Description: He wears skinny pants and wears a black and white robe with the hood down. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His head has been shaved. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: This man loves singing and to teach people singing more than just about anything. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Humans in Justin's homeland. Justin decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Justin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He is bald on top and has large golden tufts of hair around his ears. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Drogo reached his early adolescence his Human 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. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 300 gp. Rock crystal (70 gp). Zircon (70 gp).

Description: This malnourished man wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. His tied-back hair is red. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Navigator born in the past three hundred years. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Navigator for hire.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 300 gp. Chrysoberyl (100 gp). 1 Darkwood Shield.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears just a yellow suit. His tied-back hair is white. His ears are large.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Balimaar was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has worked as a Layabout like his father before him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 2800 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

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 a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His hair is long and brown with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small white clips. His beard is white, braided, and well cared for. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. Clerebold was born on a far northern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Fortune-teller. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and many brigands want him driven away

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Sensitive, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Fortune-teller

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

Possessions: 200 gp.