Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'11" and wears a brown coat over a tan low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. His golden hair is long and unkept. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He hates drow. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Dyer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 4000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He dresses like a well dressed Seamstress does. His hair is auburn and curly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the east. A gifted student he started as a Masseuse, but he got bored and became a Seamstress. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Sensitive, Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 600 gp. Jet (150 gp). White opal (1300 gp). Fire opal (1300 gp).

Description: She is of a modest build and height, but she carries herself more imposing than she is. She wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. She has moderate length black hair. Her face possesses mild wrinkles. Her smile is extraordinarily sincere though she does not smile often.

Personality: She likes to fabricate stories about her past exploits and how crazy she is, but in actuality she is rather bland. Her respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to her, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, she tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in her reactions to snap at those who irritate her, Herleva is combative with any and all who dare try her patience in the slightest.

History: She was born several months after her mother was called into army service. There was a wharf not far from home where she often wandered off to fish. Unlike her family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, she wanted to work in the city. She has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end her boredom; and she seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Justice. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 500 gp. Lapis lazuli (11 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. His hair is long and chestnut with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: This man loves poetry and to teach people poetry more than just about anything. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. His parents were killed by dire rats in a raid when he was still a young child. The dire rats captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. 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 religion dominates his actions.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Sage

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 4000 sp. Silver pearl (150 gp). Black pearl (400 gp).