Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with Stetson hat. His hair is cut close to his head. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. His parents enrolled him in a Bard school at a young age so that he could practice his divine talents. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Gnomes. His skin is light but he possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. He wears skinny pants and wears a blue and black robe with the hood down. He has a long auburn beard with little hanging trinkets. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

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 has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. 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 hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he would like to get married and retire

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 4000 gp. A silver and pearl hairclip (60 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (70 gp). Solid gold idol (400 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a simple tan robe with brown stripes complete with hood. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. The war was a terrible time for him, and Wrenn does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Wrenn abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature whip.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and obtaining odd cultural dragonborn artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 43000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.