Description: He wears a tight fitting violet shirt and pants. He carries with him a set of spears, each one with a topaz on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. 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, Erevan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the east to a Slave Trader, Erevan learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. At a young age his father died while driving off some brigands. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in spear use. He has worked as a Slave Trader like his father before him.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated, Justice. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Alexandrite (300 gp). Banded agate (13 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming 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 crest is short and silver. He is baby faced.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. 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. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Sethrekar never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist, Optimist. Bonds: In love, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 5000 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (400 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (60 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (500 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2700 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (8000 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This woman is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of her veins is visible when she is not flexing. Her shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for her due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. She sports a flattop hair cut. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She is business-like. She takes instructions and follows them to the letter. As long as the job gets done she does not care how it got done.

History: She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Over the years she perfected her riding and shooting skills. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it; and she is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Professionalism. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Architect

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 8000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He usually wears his tan robe and has his dagger always slung over his shoulder. He has styled his white hair well, parting it to the right. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. 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, Broce is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Broce was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. In his 19th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 300 gp. 4 Antitoxin. 4 Antitoxin. 3 Tanglefoot bags. 2 Holy water.