Description: A middle-aged man, he is wearing a long, tan cloak, and is pretty ugly. He sports a flattop hair cut. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

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. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. When Lamlis reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Addict. Bonds: Military, Rich, Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 700 sp.

Description: An older man who wears tan leather gloves, a tan jacket, and tight pants, he is not a threatening figure. He sports a long silver beard, and similarly colored long hair. His eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Naill was born with his mother's beautiful face. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Opinionated, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Debt. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 50 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he is renowned for his bright tan suits and hats. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Efferil is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Gifted from a young age, Efferil studied abroad. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dragonborn artifacts is his passion; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Bonds: Has a crush, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 130 gp.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and grey handkerchief worn on her right side. She wears a broad hat to cover her moderate length golden hair. This green eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: She is a hateful person. She taunts others and blames them for her problems. She takes great joy in being the best Engraver in town.

History: She was born in the south. Her father was a mechanic, and taught her how to fix just about anything. She now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: She feels threatened by others; and to be a sage again

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.