Description: He is lean but muscular and is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His brass crest is lengthy. He has gleaming, smiling gold eyes.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Nithther will drive conversation. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Nithther was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Being born in the north, 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 north 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 west. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Map Maker for the past few years.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Extrovert, Artistic. Bonds: Job, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has a long auburn beard with little hanging trinkets. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Herbalist. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a tight fitting tan shirt and pants. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He is baby faced.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Healer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Disciplined, Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, In love. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy chestnut stubble. He wears bulky brown painted plate armor. He has a hunchback. His chestnut hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was born into a rich family. After coming to the age of reason, Morkral took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. 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 has money and likes to spend it; and obtaining odd cultural dwarven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 200 sp. Tourmaline (50 gp).

Description: This woman is bedraggled and starved. She wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. Her hair is always cut to a buzz. Her gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. She has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: She resents people who mock her appearance or her, so she has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. She also has developed a complete distrust of the Bookbinder profession.

History: She got into the Marshal business at a young age. She sought a place where she would be rewarded solely on the merits of her skills. This search led her directly into Marshal work with an outfit from a few towns over. Marshal work suited her well, and with each successful project, she earned more gold and more respect from her peers. She tends to her Marshal job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations she has.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and she'd like to take her coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Addict, Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 220 gp. Azurite (14 gp).