Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He carries a battered warhammer and tarnished flail as well. He wears his blonde hair down. 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 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 accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Map Maker arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Grumbar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: In love, Rich. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 160 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. With bright silver hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mayor work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mayor work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He's also a talented Bather, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 190 gp. 1 Darkwood Buckler.

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He carries with him a set of axes, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length brown hair. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Fivin embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Fivin is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. When Fivin reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. After a long history of fighting, Fivin and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 4000 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (9 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Iolite (80 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Eye agate (9 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Star rose quartz (80 gp). Star ruby (400 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (9 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Banded agate (9 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears light armors faded through time and improper care. He has brass crest. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Zedaar 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: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Artistic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 180 pp. Banded agate (16 gp). Amethyst (130 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp).