Description: This man typically wears tan cloth garments or leather armor. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His black hair is cut short. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Sage. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His parents were killed by drow in a raid when he was still a young child. The drow captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 15 years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Sage responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 30 pp. Freshwater pearl (12 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). Obsidian (12 gp).

Description: He stands about 6'5" and wears a black shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and tan pants. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His blonde hair and beard is wavy and long. He has gleaming, smiling blue eyes.

Personality: This man loves painting and to teach people painting more than just about anything. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born in the north to a Armorer, Balimaar learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He tends to his Armorer job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Expand his business; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 400 gp. Jade (150 gp). Fire opal (1200 gp). Hematite (16 gp). 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield. 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Breastplate. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A 5'5" southern man, 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. He has wavy silver hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Born in the south to a Hunter, Frederick learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He became a Hunter soon after.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and balancing his hectic life and new hunter responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 40 pp.

Description: This woman is bedraggled and starved. She likes to wear ponchos typically of a light violet in addition to tight pants. Her white hair is unkempt and raggedy. She has a tattooed face.

Personality: She shows great sympathy to all travelers. She's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. She is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: She was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. When she came of age, she joined a caravan that would eventually take her to the capital. She would practice along the way and, when she arrived, be apprenticed to a Tailor. 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: A strong sense of loyalty to Human people; and she is content

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Racist, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: Just what you see.