Paru
Her slightly pointed ears may reveal some measure of elven blood, but less noticeable are the Timbalan Marks upon her skin; indelible proof of her direct descent from the Kings of Ancient Timbala.
However, boasting this illustrious parentage is not enough for Paru-- she will look upon her kingdom with her two eyes, and tread upon its streets with her two feet!
Shilloh
Despite being a famed master weaver whose wares are in high demand, he has embarked on a pilgrimage to become a Paladin instead. His path coincides with Paru's, and so he elected to follow her adventure-- wherever that path may lead, there is sure to be work for a paladin.
He is fiercely judgemental and brokers no nonsense, but has embraced the patronage of the Dragon Mother, whose domain is Fairness.
Rosenthal
Despite his mismatched right arm, the size and shape of his ears attest to him being one of the purest specimens of the elven stock still extant in the known world-- an ancestry highly prized and eagerly claimed, despite the elven kingdom's great crimes of legend.
Having been "asleep" since the fall of Chandrahal, he fears that the one called Emperor of Woe may too have awakened from what was supposed to be an eternal prison.
Yatagarasu
This mysterious, strangely-dressed swordswoman arrived in Extremoz on a tatty boat, without speaking a word of the local tongue. She proceeded to wander the markets and slums, confidently picking up their parlance.
After weeks of tailing the party, she finally made herself known-- eager to join the group without invitation or explanation other than her goal: Timbala, of course!
Lord Ursulanov
Despite being little more than a dark looming shadow in most eyes, Ursulanov holds his sharp wit and hairy secrets close to his chest. He's currently on the hunt for the Heir to the Sarenovoi Dukedom-- or rather, for one claiming to be him-- and though the trail is years cold, he insists on following it regardless...
Ikke Besse
The Lord Ursulanov's smooth, clever manservant. His weathered face seems to conceal a checkered past, while his travel jacket definitely conceals knives and wires. Unfailingly translates his Lord's barbed asides into palatable politesse.