Description: He tends to wear a large black jacket. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his lance, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. With a patchy silver beard and wild silver hair. His eyes are blue.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Tûmhom grew up listening to his father's many stories. Through the years after Tûmhom was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Tûmhom's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, In love. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 11000 sp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is typically in his Spice Merchant uniform. His tied-back hair is white. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. He worked as a nervous Spice Merchant and found it very stressful. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Expand his business; and balancing his hectic life and new spice merchant responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1400 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His red crest is thinning but still full. His red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Baradad isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dragonborn unity. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: Baradad lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature bow.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and obtaining odd cultural gnomish artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 5000 gp. Blue quartz (6 gp). Amethyst (80 gp). White pearl (80 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp). Rhodochrosite (6 gp). Amethyst (80 gp). Alexandrite (600 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He very much looks the part of a Scribe. His chestnut hair is still thick. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. 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, Thamior is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Thamior was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Thamior grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Thamior. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and balancing his hectic life and new scribe responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Bonds: Job, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 1000 sp. Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (700 gp).