Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'7". He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman, and his gloved hand is found clutching a sword. His black hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: This man loves painting and to teach people painting more than just about anything. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born in a small plains village. 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. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Spice Merchant.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and to be a apothecary again

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Nature, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with black lining and desert motifs. His silver crest is braided into rings. His eyes are a pleasant gold.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. 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: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. 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: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Athletic, Justice, Logical. Bonds: Nature, Rich. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 12000 sp. Jet (70 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, she is a relatively plain woman. She wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally she wears more armor. She prefers to carry a nunchaku, but if one is not available she will default to her flail. She has shaved her head bald. Her fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: She is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before her hampering stammer kicks in. Shava is a bit of a follower. Usually she is manipulated by her sisters into helping them out, but recently she has become more of a free agent.

History: She was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Her homeland was ravaged by war and she spent much of her life rebuilding it. Due to her spouse's obsession with being a Dilettante they were divorced and she won custody of their son. She worked as a Map Maker, and she later adopted a second son.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of her sister; and regain custody of her son

Flaws: Shy, Disease, PTSD. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 50000 cp. Tiger eye turquoise (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: With green face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His red hair is lengthy. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. 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, Qualen is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. 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. Qualen fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he is content

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Athletic, Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.