Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Sailor. He has done his best to style his scarlet crest to look like a famous performer. His red eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born into a rich family. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he feels threatened by others

Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp).

Description: A 6'6" eastern man, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His gray fur is singed and shortened. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He is a Jackalwere in disguise. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Pacifist, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Artisan’s tools. 1 Disguise kit. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools.

Description: This man is renowned for his bright black suits and hats. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized topaz on his left hand. His red hair is still thick. His silver eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He worked as a nervous Barrister and found it very stressful. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Gardener; and he's in love

Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Job, Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 13000 cp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a tan shirt, with a white mid length shorts with white tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears his white hair up. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Aerdeth hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: The child of a Roofer, who enjoyed hunting, Aerdeth was taken on many hunting expeditions. Aerdeth was born on a far southern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Shepherd. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Artistic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, and he perpetually has his halberd ready. He keeps his white hair in a pixie cut. His amber eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Through the years after Ishmoz was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Ishmoz's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ishmoz fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Nature. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 9000 cp.