Proprietar of a modest arcane supplies shop named 'Graymarket's Curios', overheard talking to naive young human mage - _"The dwarven mages? No, you won't find training here my friend. They don't let any outsiders in, and even the other dwarves here shun …
A down-on-his-luck halfling who hangs out in the 'Broken Knuckle Inn' playing dice games with travellers - _"Apparently orcs have been sighted in the Howling Mountains of late... Yes, orcs. They've not ventured this far north in years."_
A minstrel who has taken up residence in the Iron Prophet Alehouse in Kensabal, where he sings tearful dirges and laments to the lonely and hopeful tales of escape from oppression of the slavers of the southern lands.
Flynt Bluebeard, blacksmith and used pony salesdwarf, overheard working on a potential customer - _"You've more important things to worry about journeying around these mountains than lugging an overloaded backpack; giants for example. Oh aye, this pony …
Mercenary captain, working out of Kensabal.