Description: He wears violet robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scimitar, but if one is not available he will default to his dagger. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. 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: Born to a Layabout, his mother struggled to pay the bills. Ostracized due to the martial powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Elves became a terror of the countryside. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Joker, Logical, Gifted. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 30000 cp. Citrine (70 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1400 gp). Chrysoprase (70 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man wears black trousers with brown and green striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts and is in decent physical shape. His hair is golden and curly. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: The child of a Marshal, who enjoyed hunting, Brug was taken on many hunting expeditions. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Gnomish compassion; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Greedy, Racist. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 11000 sp. Cloth of gold vestments (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is dressed in earthy colors with a green and white handkerchief worn on his left side. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He wears his silver hair up. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Mundane, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 120 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His yellow fur is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. His yellow eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with music. He constantly tries to fill his life with music. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Born in the east to a Farmer, Ethereal learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He has had some formal music training, and achieved minor success. He's also a talented Cartwright, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: Just what you see.