Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His hair is brown, silky, and of moderate length. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Bathin isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tiefling unity. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: Bathin was born with his mother's beautiful face. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Impeccable. Flaws: Insomniac, Addict. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His auburn hair is cut short. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. A friendly and beautiful Half-Orc, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and money/treasure

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur, Justice. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1100 sp. Jet (90 gp). Eye agate (8 gp). White pearl (90 gp).

Description: This western woman is abnormally tall. She is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, white shirt, and tan tie. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. She sports a flattop hair cut. Her green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She is irascible and easily irritated. A fanatic, her devotion to her small selection of gods is unquestionable. She claims to be doing their will and will base all her actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: From birth she was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. She took every job she could get her hands on, but the opportunities for Dwarves in the west were limited. She's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Her religion dominates her actions; and she's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 270 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (400 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (170 gp). 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His hair is short and auburn. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Eiravel embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Through the years after Eiravel was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Eiravel's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is greedy; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears a tattered pair of loose yellow pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He is bald on top and has large chestnut tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are violet and beady.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Elves in the south were limited. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 200 gp.