Description: This malnourished man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his bastard sword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has no hair. His blue eyes peer out from beneath his small yellow hat.

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. 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, Gomory is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a Server, his father struggled to pay the bills. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Half-Elves in the west were limited. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 2000 sp.

Description: This man is very fat, and is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing green cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His white eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He is an amazing painter.

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. After coming to the age of reason, Bathin took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is greedy

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 230 gp.

Description: This woman wears long strands of amethyst and short black dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. She is muscular with a powerful set of arms. Her hair is silver, silky, and of moderate length. She has a dull look in her gray eyes.

Personality: She considers herself the protector of her home. She feels this is her duty and calling. She has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Her father raised her in a mountain cabin. Her mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted her to inherit them. She has built up a small fortune and can afford her own way.

Motivation: She is greedy.

Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Guardian, Nature. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man prefers to wear pastel clothing when he does not wear armor. His cinnamon fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a Miller first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the south. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Tiefling companion (his 'brother'). He tends to his Miller job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and to pay off his debts

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Adventurer, Debt. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His silver hair is thinning but still full. His half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. Glim was born on a far southern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Scribe. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature greatsword.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and obtaining odd cultural gnomish artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 12000 cp. 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield. 1 Chain shirt.