Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Unemployed arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Kelter fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Optimist, Justice. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 160 pp. Rhodochrosite (4 gp). 1 Average lock.

Description: Standing 5'9", this man is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants a kiss; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 300 gp. Obsidian (10 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). Chrysoberyl (60 gp).

Description: This slender man stands about 4'7". He wears blue leather gloves, a blue jacket, and tight pants. His chestnut hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to pay off his debts

Ideals: Professionalism. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer, Debt. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 200 gp. Hematite (8 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Deep green spinel (110 gp). 1 Breastplate.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a simple white robe with brown stripes complete with hood. He keeps his chestnut hair in a pixie cut. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker white hat.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the mountains due to the painful memories there. Hork took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up lance and armor he uses now. Being a Glassblower kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 800 gp. Red-brown spinel (130 gp).