Description: An older man who wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body, he is not a threatening figure. His broad hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. Rolf 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1000 sp. Hematite (7 gp). Rose (50 gp).

Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs, and carries longbows. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has violet eyes and a blue hat with a brown feather.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 29. 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. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. While he appears to be a normal Human, 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. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 2500 sp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he tends to wear a large brown jacket. He sports a long black beard, and similarly colored long hair. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He got into the Mayor business at a young age. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Optimist, Persistence. Bonds: Has a crush, Job, Religious. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Coral (160 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He wears a colorful flower in his red hair. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Superior lock. 1 Superior lock. 1 Simple lock.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has wavy golden hair. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He's also a talented Sellsword, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Cynical, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 300 gp.