Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is wearing a long, blue, dusty cloak. He keeps his auburn hair in a pixie cut. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Junk Dealer business.

History: He was born in a small forest village. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the east were limited. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence, Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Humans. His skin is light but he possesses many blue ritualistic tattoos. He wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a glaive, but if one is not available he will default to his greataxe. With a patchy blonde beard and wild blonde hair. He has several tiny emerald earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Lewis was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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 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: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1300 gp. Amethyst (70 gp). White pearl (70 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a white shirt, with a green mid length shorts with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length auburn hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dragonborn companion (his 'brother'). He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 110 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what she was had she not made sure her armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit she wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. Her red hair is still thick. Her eyes are black and she is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Damaia is a sociable creature first and foremost. She loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. She can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. She is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Damaia hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. Brilliant and gifted she never wanted to apply herself. She has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and she desires to right it; and revenge

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 600 gp. Violet garnet (1500 gp). Black pearl (1500 gp). Zircon (60 gp). Silver pearl (120 gp). Red spinel (120 gp). Onyx (60 gp).