Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he dresses like a well dressed Mason does. He has done his best to style his black hair to look like a famous performer. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

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 is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mason. Being a Mason kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 20 gp.

Description: He typically wears blue cloth garments or leather armor. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His blonde hair is still thick. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Gimble embodies much of what other species detest in the Gnomes. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Tailor business.

History: Gimble was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 2000 cp. 2 Holy water.

Description: This western man wears an entirely blue suit with brown socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His clothes are grease stained in places. His silver hair is lengthy. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He uses divination through singing.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help.

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This woman is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. She wears a blue vest with golden trim over her white shirt. Her yellow leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and her blue boots flare out at the collars. Her red hair is long and unkept. Her brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: She is irritable and easily angered. She is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use her stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. She has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent her parents made sure she got the chance to thrive. From there she went from mercenary job to mercenary job. She has never given up on her singing dream.

Motivation: She has passion for adventuring and risk; and she wants to meet her childhood hero

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.