In every crusty tavern and old, broken-down watering hole you will find them. The story of a tormented, fractured world woven into a tapestry across their scarred faces. The fires of burning hopes and dreams gleaming behind beady, distrustful eyes. They follow you, those eyes, as you settle down at a table and ask for a drink. To some, you might be a potential threat, to others a future victim, and to a few, rare others, you might just be their last chance for a brighter future.
(Initially, this was a hireling generator, however, this function displays them as a list just in case you want to band them together into a rival adventuring party to torment your PCs.)
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