Description: This slender man stands about 6'3". He typically wears green cloth garments or leather armor. His copper crest is long and unkept. His red eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dragonborn companion (his 'brother'). He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Golden pearl (90 gp). Rich purple corundum (800 gp). Deep blue spinel (800 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Rhodochrosite (4 gp). Deep blue spinel (800 gp). Hematite (4 gp). Obsidian (4 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Deep blue spinel (800 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (800 gp).

Description: A 6'8" southern man, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His rusty crest is lengthy. He has a dull look in his red eyes.

Personality: Medrash hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His parents enrolled him in a Sorcerer school at a young age so that he could practice his druidic talents. 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: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 1100 gp.

Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly falchions and sickles. His black crest is braided into rings. His red unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing dancing.

History: Gifted from a young age, Bidreked studied abroad. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The father sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his father's willingness to do anything to win. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: This man is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized emerald on his left hand. His black hair is lengthy. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Broce was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Priest. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To be a Marshal again; and money/treasure

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job, Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 300 gp.