Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull black iron scale mail. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He has several tiny emerald earrings on each ear.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Barber who has hired him part-time. 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, Patrick is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He wants to get laid.

Ideals: Justice, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Rich, Has a crush, Mentor. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: This man has the majority of his body covered in plate, and sports empty pouches on his belt. With bright blonde hair and a scraggly beard. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. A gifted student he started as a Bather, but he got bored and became a Barkeep. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To be a Bather again.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. He is portly but not overly obese. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was born in a small island village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Balimaar took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 14 years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 800 gp. Sard (60 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a tan costume with the symbols of his god on his torso. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His silver hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane, Shy, Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 600 gp.