Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a black tunic with brown highlights, and long red pants that bunch up around his shoes. He has done his best to style his white hair to look like a famous performer. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Bowyer. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. 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: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 13 years.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 50000 cp.

Description: This man wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a brown coat. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized emerald on his left hand. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a deerstalker hat. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born in the south. Adran was born on a far southern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Server. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Flaws: Disease, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Server

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 100 pp. Obsidian (6 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he is well dressed, constantly wearing a yellow suit, pastel shirt, and white tie. His auburn hair and beard is wavy and long. His half smiles and brown eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He takes great joy in being the best Cook in town.

History: Oren was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Expert, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Expert in service of a powerful lord somewhere. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Cook hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 11 years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a sailor again

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a black vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his black boots flare out at the collars. His auburn hair is long and unkept. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 83. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Nuraval was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Logical, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Fearful. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 330 gp.