Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He wears a tight fitting brown shirt and pants. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He keeps his white hair in a pixie cut. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Astar was born with his mother's beautiful face. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Astar was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Baker

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 200 gp. Rose (80 gp). Tourmaline (130 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). Obsidian (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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 is dressed in a clean brown cloak covering his clean studded leather. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: The child of eastern immigrants he idolized his father. Aerdeth was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Aerdeth decided he wanted neither the life of his father nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 2200 gp. Old masterpiece painting (500 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1100 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1100 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (160 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (500 gp).

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Dwarves. His skin is light but he possesses many blue ritualistic tattoos. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Slave Trader. His golden hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. This brown eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. The war was a terrible time for him, and Kilvar does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

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

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Military, Nature, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 340 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak. His hair is cut close to his head. His gold eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. He has recently gotten a pet goose that steals things from people.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Criminal record. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 9000 cp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (170 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp).