Description: This man is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His long golden hair reaches down to his waist. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when illithids swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Bonds: Adventurer, Religious, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Herbalist

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

Possessions: 600 gp. Smoky quartz (60 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). 1 Magnifying glass. 1 Spyglass.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. He sports a flattop hair cut. His black eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Rimmon was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Through the years after Rimmon was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Rimmon's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has worked as a Stableman like his father before him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Job. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1100 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp).

Description: She is an average looking northern female in her early mid-life. She wears skinny pants and wears a pastel and brown robe with the hood down. She keeps her long yellow fur kept up in a rat tail. She has a dull look in her green eyes.

Personality: She snorts whenever she laughs or is feeling confident. She lacks restraint and is impulsive. She jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: She was born on a small isolated farm. She inherited a moderately successful company from her mother. Under her leadership it has flourished, and using capital from her venture she effectively owns an entire region. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: Retire the richest woman in the north; and she has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Rich. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Rhodochrosite (12 gp). 1 Everburning torch.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His crest, while still mostly green, has prominent grey streaks. He has a dull look in his red eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 45. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Greethen took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 20000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.