Description: He wears a tan vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his tan boots flare out at the collars. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His brown hair is heavily combed to the left. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Umpen hails from a village terrorized by illithids. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Umpen was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and balancing his hectic life and new apothecary responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 400 gp. Obsidian (7 gp). Red-brown spinel (130 gp).

Description: A middle-aged man, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman, and is pretty ugly. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. 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 seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears skinny pants and wears a grey and white robe with the hood down. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. His eyes are violet and beady.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: Drogo was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He has moderate length brass crest. His gold eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson black hat.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Animal Trainer business.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dragonborns in the south were limited. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 500 sp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears white leather gloves, a white jacket, and tight pants. His auburn hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Faran's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the west. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Faran took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

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

Ideals: Impeccable. Bonds: Poor, Military, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: Carnelian (50 gp).