Description: He has a large tan mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His hair is cut close to his head. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. Gilthur abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion; and expand his business

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 90 gp.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a yellow coat. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His silver hair is thinning but still full. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. A friendly and beautiful Half-Elf, he is rarely seen without a few beauties around his arms. Though a playboy in all rights, he is no lame duck.

History: He is a Lamia in disguise. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered west to less war torn lands. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 400 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1100 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (700 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (180 gp). 8 Acid flasks. 4 Alchemist’s fire. 4 Alchemist’s fire. 4 Thunderstones.

Description: He has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his yellow robe. He carries with him a set of daggers, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His green crest is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Apothecary born in the past three hundred years. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Rhogar was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His childhood dream was to be a Shoemaker, but he was a colossal failure. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 1100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His chestnut hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His skin is flawless and his amber eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Junk Dealer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Purban took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up longsword and armor he uses now. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Rich, Nature, Job. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 2000 sp. Rock crystal (40 gp).