Description: This man wears silk and lounges about seductively. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized jet on his left hand. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He has gray eyes and a grey hat with a pastel feather.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Gomory was born the youngest of three triplets. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Family. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 40 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He wears a deerstalker hat to hide his balding. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He got into the Brewer business at a young age. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He has taken up work as a Brewer and fed both sides of the war false information with the goal of increasing casualties.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and to be a carter again

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: PTSD, Impulsive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 100000 cp. Obsidian (15 gp). Jade (90 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult woman, she wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Her hair is greying and her face has many wrinkles. Her voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: She misses her glory days as an athlete. She does not mind her job, but it is boring in comparison. She is cautious and jumpy. She reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: She is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. While she appears to be a normal Tiefling, she's... not quite right. Perhaps she's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that she plain doesn't fit in. She knows her nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but her.

Motivation: She has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Athletic. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Server

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 1 Half-Plate.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty green coat over it. His top hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. 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, Kriv is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Kriv was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Unemployed. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Cynical. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 400 pp. Sard (20 gp). Carnelian (20 gp). Moss agate (14 gp). Rhodochrosite (14 gp). Obsidian (14 gp). Onyx (20 gp). Violet garnet (1200 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A woman with a warm, jovial air about her, she is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. With wild blonde hair. Her brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: She is envious of other's things. She hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that she so desires. She is a great chef.

History: Mialee was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When Mialee reached her early adolescence her Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, she decided to travel. Her rounds led her into the Army with a few individuals who would become her life-long companions. She ran away from her former home and has been making her living as a Weaver for the past few years.

Motivation: She'd like to take her coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 1100 gp. Moonstone (20 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Jasper (20 gp). Sard (20 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1000 gp).