Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears baggy grey pantaloons and a black scarf. His head has been shaved. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Morg is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Born to a Jeweler, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Bookbinder hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 250 gp.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he dresses well, wearing white shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the right. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Apothecary and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Opinionated, Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: 5'11" and muscular, this western man is wearing a long, grey, dusty cloak. His auburn hair is braided into rings. He has gray eyes and a grey hat with a blue feather.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Layabout. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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 Layabout. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Selfish, Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Good lock.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He has styled his white hair well, parting it to the left. His fierce red eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was born into a rich family. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is content.

Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 60000 cp. Obsidian (7 gp). Rose (20 gp). Golden pearl (160 gp).