Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair is red and curly. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Nuraval abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature kukri.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 500 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (180 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (180 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man typically wears brown cloth garments or leather armor. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized aquamarine on his left hand. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: Taklinn is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dwarves.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Adventurer.

Motivation: To be a Crown-heir again; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Rich, Military, Job. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 300 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. His cinnamon fur is braided into rings. 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 dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the west. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Barrister hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Athletic, Pacifist, Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 330 gp. Blue star sapphire (500 gp). Star rose quartz (80 gp). Tourmaline (80 gp).

Description: He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'10" when asserting himself. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He hates goblins. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. Everard liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 800 gp.