Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears a black vest and prefers violet and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, marred by sweets. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed black hat.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. In his 16th year, his parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Riardon alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. 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: He wants revenge against orcs; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 4000 gp. Black star sapphire (700 gp). Rich purple corundum (700 gp).

Description: This man wears a pastel collared shirt and grey pants. He accessorizes with a blue scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized emerald on his left hand. His blonde hair is lengthy. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He plays an instrument quite well.

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, Rolen took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He has never given up on his painting dream.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 100 pp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1000 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (70 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (70 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a club, but if one is not available he will default to his kukri. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Shepherd. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Varis abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He tends to his Shepherd job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and to be a baker again

Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 4000 gp.