Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is wearing a long, green cloak. His hair is long and brown with streaks of black, and is pulled back with small green clips. His beard is black, braided, and well cared for. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Korfel took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up bow and armor he uses now. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Slave Trader responsibilities is difficult; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Job. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 1900 sp. Aquamarine (700 gp).

Description: He likes to wear pastel tank tops with blue pants. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He wears his blonde hair up in a very large beehive style do. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and expand his business

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Religious, Family. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has moderate length auburn hair. His eyes are a pleasant hazel.

Personality: He is a Merchant first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: He was born into a rich family. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 1100 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many red ritualistic tattoos. He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He is bald on top and has large red tufts of hair around his ears. This hazel eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born in a small desert village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Roger took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up sickle and armor he uses now. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Passionate, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.