Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His blue crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are gold and catlike.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Gorbundus took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up mace and armor he uses now. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gorbundus fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized grey coat. His long red hair reaches down to his waist. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Gimurt was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dwarves in the north were limited. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Lazy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Amber (50 gp). Deep green spinel (50 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a worn and beaten armor. His brown hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. 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, Galinndan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Galinndan grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Barber. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Barber for hire.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Optimist, Justice. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 4000 gp. Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). Deep green spinel (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat. He carries a battered axe and tarnished shortspear as well. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. 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: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when giants swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Erias was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Gifted. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 200 sp. 4 Alchemist’s fire.