Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears dull brown sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed bastard sword, just in case. His auburn hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Morkral is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. 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: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he is greedy

Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: Standing 6'6", this man wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized green coat. He wears a deerstalker hat to hide his balding. His eyes are a pleasant red.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He was born in the east. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Flaws: Mundane, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: 4'4" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He is renowned for his bright grey suits and hats. His chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Slave Trader born in the past three hundred years. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 160 gp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He carries with him a set of falchions on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. His bronze crest is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Ugly. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 100 gp. A roughly beaten golden orb (180 gp).