Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the west were limited. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: To be a Dilettante again; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Lazy. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Average lock.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his halberd with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His brown hair is braided into rings. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. 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; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 4000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: She stands about 6'1" and wears a white armored body suit, with a simple brown line shooting up and back down. Her right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. Her red hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. She wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into her face.

Personality: She does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. She is a thrill seeker, she laughs at people and throws down challenges. She is highly competitive and combative.

History: She was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. She was an adventurer many years ago and she formed a blood bond with her Human companion (her 'brother'). She spent several years traveling with her friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: She desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Justice, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 3200 gp. Bloodstone (60 gp). Golden yellow topaz (500 gp). Black pearl (500 gp). Onyx (60 gp). Red garnet (50 gp).

Description: Standing 5'2", this woman wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized tan coat. With wild golden hair. Her hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: She loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from her. She is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. She lacks restraint and is impulsive. She jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: She got into the Mason business at a young age. Her spouse left her for another, whom she beat to an almost bloody pulp. She did not win them back, but she came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Sariel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to prove her worth to the world

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 300 gp. Old masterpiece painting (800 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (800 gp).