Description: This man stands a little under 4'10" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a falchion on his belt. His hair is golden and curly. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He got into the Dilettante business at a young age. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Enialis's homeland. Enialis decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Enialis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Bonds: Guardian, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: This woman is tall and muscular. She wears green painted combat armor at almost all times. Her red crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a butterfly scrunchie. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks her mind. She does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for her. She lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Trained by her father for as long as she can remember she had it drilled in her head that it was her duty to serve her country. She was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. Her spouse died of illness and she inherited everything. She now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: She is greedy; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 1400 pp. Carnelian (70 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp). Jet (50 gp). Iolite (70 gp). Pink diamond (8000 gp). White pearl (50 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Red-brown spinel (50 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp). Rich purple corundum (500 gp). Red spinel (50 gp). Iolite (70 gp). White pearl (50 gp). Malachite (12 gp). Chrysoprase (70 gp). Rhodochrosite (12 gp). 1 Major magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with feathered hat. His red crest is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are a pleasant red.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. 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, Ghesh is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Ghesh grew up listening to his mother's many stories. A gifted student he started as a Layabout, but he got bored and became a Laborer. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 200 gp. Aquamarine (1200 gp). Moss agate (8 gp).

Description: He is dressed in a clean tan cloak covering his clean studded leather, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'8" when asserting himself. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He is baby faced.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Fibblestib was born the youngest of three triplets. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Selfish, Greedy. Bonds: Family, Military. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 20 gp.