Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He has wavy chestnut hair. His eyes are a pleasant red.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tiefling in existence. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: Rimmon was raised in a hard working conservative environment. While he appears to be a normal Tiefling, 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 became a Cartwright soon after.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and balancing his hectic life and new cartwright responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Justice, Logical, Optimist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 140 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a black cloak and cross-gartered tan stockings. His hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

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. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Simon lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother; and doesn't want to be a weaver and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, PTSD. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 14000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Dwarf, and stands approximately 4'0". He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep green leather and dull white iron scale mail, and his gloved hand is found clutching a shortspear. Sporting a black mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are hazel.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dwarf in existence. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Veit hails from a village terrorized by brigands. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. 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's looking for his big break; and obtaining odd cultural dwarven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Justice, Optimist. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He dresses well, wearing brown shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His tied-back hair is white. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Qualen was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Nature. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 5000 sp.