Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. With bright silver hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He got into the Marshal business at a young age. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 120 gp. Red-brown spinel (150 gp).

Description: This northern man dresses in green turtlenecks beneath a black coat with blue slacks. His clothes are grease stained in places. His crest is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Donaar was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Rogue, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Rogue in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 110 gp. Chrysoberyl (40 gp).

Description: This man wears green trousers with brown and pastel striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized sapphire on his left hand. His rusty crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His skin is flawless and his red eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. Dadalan abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He is bald on top and has large auburn tufts of hair around his ears. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. After coming to the age of reason, Rimple took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: Smoky quartz (20 gp).