The male may be the dwarven fighter Glen Ashenhaft. I'm not entirely sure, because (a) he must have gained a bit of weight, and (b) it's hard to imagine Glen not holding a mug of ale. These two things could be connected, of course ... Glen's primary claim to fame was in setting the campaign record for "Most Gallons Of Ale Lugged Into A Dungeon". Fourteen, if I recall correctly. Glen didn't know what sort of horrible monstrosities he might end up fighting down there, but he was darn sure he didn't want to face them sober.
The young lady, I believe, is Freyja Sonsdatter, the renowned half-elf archer-ranger/cleric. She was as famous for her prowess with a bow (legend has it that she once slew a foe with an arching shot over a high wall, having ascertained his location by sound-I'm not sure I believe that one) as for her compassion for the poor and sick (much of the proceeds of her adventuring career were used to build hospitals for the indigent). An angel of mercy and an angel of death, one might say ...
The young lady, I believe, is Freyja Sonsdatter, the renowned half-elf archer-ranger/cleric. She was as famous for her prowess with a bow (legend has it that she once slew a foe with an arching shot over a high wall, having ascertained his location by sound-I'm not sure I believe that one) as for her compassion for the poor and sick (much of the proceeds of her adventuring career were used to build hospitals for the indigent). An angel of mercy and an angel of death, one might say ...