Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his hand crossbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the right. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

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. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Cook business.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His first spouse was a Servant, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. 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 unite with his sister; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 100 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1100 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (60 gp). 1 Breastplate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Breastplate.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'4" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears baggy red pantaloons and a brown scarf. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. In his youth he was a Cook, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Geoffrey fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful, PTSD. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 400 gp. A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (80 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright pastel and brown, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. Anthony enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when illithids swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Flaws: Terse, Hedonist. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He stands about 5'10" and is renowned for his bright white suits and hats. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. Sporting a blonde mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is a Barrister first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Alex 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. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Barrister and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to be a farmer again

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This malnourished man wears an entirely red suit with white socks and a vest with buckled shoes. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when illithids swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 400 gp.