Torrin, The Warrior

For an older man, Torrin was still quite spry for his age. Though his commission had ended over a year ago, his old injuries did not hold him back. He had seen too much in his long life time to give up. Plus, he was not going to die in bed, but instead in glorious battle. From paladin to the Old King to solder in the new world to now mercenary, Torrins life had been quite adventurous. He glanced around the small rectangle room he rented at the inn.

Berra, The Healer

"If only I could sleep", Berra said out loud. Her companion only groaned slightly at her movements then went back to sleep. Berra was tall and slightly heavier than most females of her race, yet generally thought of as beautiful in an earthy way. She turned around again in her mat, almost knocking Taz off. Hissing Taz, rolled out and curled up on the floor. "I'm sorry Taz, I just cannot sleep for some reason." Taz was a rather large cat, that was also her constant companion. In fact, she could not remember a time without him. His thick fur was not quite as dark as a black cat, but more a dark muddy brown. If you looked just right, you could see stripes throughout his fur. When Taz stands up along her side, he comes up just past her knees, and showed he was quite proud of it.