Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright white and grey, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Rrath liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He tends to his Bowyer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 30 gp. Freshwater pearl (4 gp).

Description: An older man who wears tattered old clothes, he is not a threatening figure. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family His psionic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. After a long history of fighting, Eiravel and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a hammer on his belt, marred by sweets. His red hair is braided into rings. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He was born into a rich family. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is dark but he possesses many pastel ritualistic tattoos. He very much looks the part of a Armorer. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: The child of a Cook, who enjoyed hunting, Fargrim was taken on many hunting expeditions. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Fargrim has worked very hard to control his curse. He became a Armorer soon after.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy, Disease. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Just what you see.