Description: With tan face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a brown tunic with blue highlights, and long tan pants that bunch up around his shoes. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Laborer who has hired him part-time. 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, Gennal is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His martial talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His martial abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Justice, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Banded agate (9 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This malnourished man does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His hair is black and curly. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Raer took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Professionalism, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 500 pp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1800 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Jeweled gold crown (8000 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (30 gp).

Description: He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'2" when asserting himself. He has a very tight haircut. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson blue hat.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: He got into the Cook business at a young age. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. 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: Money/treasure; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Job, Religious, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 2000 gp. Cloth of gold vestments (180 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (200 gp).