Description: He is wearing a tight tan one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has done his best to style his silver hair to look like a famous performer. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Quarion took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy, Greedy. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1400 sp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. 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 brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. He has several tiny aquamarine earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. He worked as a nervous Blacksmith and found it very stressful. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Blacksmith responsibilities is difficult.

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Job. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 13000 sp. Violet garnet (400 gp). Chrysoberyl (120 gp). Blue diamond (5000 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). Brown-green garnet (120 gp).

Description: He is renowned for his bright brown suits and hats. He carries a battered monstrous two handed axe and tarnished pickaxe as well. His fur is cut close to his head. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. 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 the west. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and doesn't want to be a barkeep and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 10000 cp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears bulky tan painted plate armor. Sporting a blonde mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

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. 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: 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 Miner hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 390 gp.