Description: This man wears a blue tunic with black highlights, and long tan pants that bunch up around his shoes. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized emerald on his left hand. His golden hair is thinning but still full. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Sellsword arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Gerbo was born on a far southern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Sellsword. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Selfish. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears professional attire. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Through the years after Morgran was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Morgran's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. After a long history of fighting, Morgran and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 220 gp.

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Brewer born in the past three hundred years. Berrian enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Brewer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: To be a Painter again; and expand his business

Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Mentor, Poor. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 20 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (9 gp).

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy black stubble. He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He has a hunchback. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. He has blue eyes.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Orcs.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. A freak accident while working with his Miner mother left him crippled. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Disease. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 600 sp.