Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His crest is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. A true patriot, Pandjed would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Sailor arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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 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: Money/treasure; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Rich. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 1100 gp.

Description: He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright tan and red, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He has styled his dark red hair well, parting it to the right. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his white eyes.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. 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 built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Impeccable, Artistic. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Baker

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His blonde hair is braided into rings. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Layabout profession.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. Hugh was born on a far western island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Marshal. He has taken up work as a Marshal and fed both sides of the war false information with the goal of increasing casualties.

Motivation: To be a Layabout again.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Philantrophist. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 140 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light blue in addition to tight pants, and he perpetually has his trident ready. He has moderate length red hair. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in the east to a Fisher, Immeral learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He tends to his Fisher job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: A deep hatred of goblins; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: Just what you see.