Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His yellow leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. He has silver hair. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When Balimaar 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 has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Shipwright.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Military. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Backpack. 1 Masterwork manacles.

Description: He wears a grey collared shirt and blue pants. He accessorizes with a brown scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. This violet eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. 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 is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Persistence, Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Cook profession.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

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

Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Apothecary

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

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he tends to wear a violet poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. After coming to the age of reason, Lance took it upon himself to study the druidic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Joker, Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Bricklayer

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

Possessions: 200 gp. 3 Alchemist’s fire. 4 Antitoxin. 4 Smokesticks.

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a pickaxe on his belt. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Guard born in the past three hundred years. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He became a Guard soon after.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Mentor, Military. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 200 gp.