Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He usually wears his yellow robe and has his shortspear always slung over his shoulder. His brown hair is matted, messy, and big. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 14 years.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, In love, Nature. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (80 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing green cape and mantle trimmed with soft tan waves gently in the breeze and is in decent physical shape. He has wavy white crest. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He became a Cook soon after.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and expand his business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 300 sp.

Description: This late middle aged man tends to wear a white poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt and is in decent physical shape. His tied-back hair is silver. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He hates drow. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was born in a small forest village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Fargas took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Wants a kiss.

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Enemies, Has a crush, Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 290 gp.

Description: This western man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a black shirt, with a yellow mid length shorts with yellow tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Grisha was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Grisha took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Grisha fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 100 gp. Tourmaline (130 gp).