Well it looks like these two have finally dragged themselves out of the gutter… just. With a change of clothes and a foot on the ladder they might yet be worth yelling orders at. We are all still suspicious, don’t forget where they came from.

These two have been hustling. It might have been through hard work, but more likely petty thievery, in any case these vagabonds now have tools and can start learning a trade. They are the wrong sort in the wrong place, but they are going places.

After so much time roaming from disreputable slum to downtrodden hovel it makes sense that this pair would pick up a few bits and pieces of hiking gear. It is slightly worrying that they are becoming more mobile...

After mixing with their betters this pair have picked up some basic standards of hygiene. They have acquired a hat and some footwear. Just smelly scraps, but at least we will see fewer lice and muddy feet.

Although filthy, this pair seem to have made an effort, covering the holes in their rags with scraps found along the roadsides. At least there is more to wipe your boots on when you have finished kicking them.

The lowest of the low, these ragged souls are beneath the gaze of even the street urchins. They scratch in the dirt for scraps and roam from hamlet to hamlet, hounded constantly by the better sorts of people.

Little is known about this pair. A short while ago they stumbled from the forest, ragged and smelly, confused about where they were. It seems that they were part of an expedition and got separated from their group. Well no one around here is going to help them, damn CFAs!