Description: This tall, slender man wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He uses divination through singing.

History: Ivellios lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 5 years.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His crest, while still mostly bronze, has prominent grey streaks. His gold eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He struck the Barkeep job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Guardian, Job, Family. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 310 gp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a simple brown robe with violet stripes complete with hood. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length blue crest. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gold.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. The war was a terrible time for him, and Mehen 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 several months after his mother was called into army service. When Mehen reached his early adolescence his Dragonborn mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 1600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe. He carries a battered whip and tarnished club as well. His long rusty crest is drawn into a two foot long braid. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dragonborn companion (his 'brother'). He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 1100 sp. 1 Hourglass.