Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a green coat over a pastel low-cut shirt, and a feathered hat upon his head. His silver hair is matted, messy, and big. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Wymar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Persistence, Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 1000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His long blue hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His white eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Religious, In love. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (120 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1200 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (70 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (120 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the left. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Hagren grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Hagren. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Butcher they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Spice Merchant, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork studded leather. 1 Masterwork Light wooden shield. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'8" when asserting himself. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. This green eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He has never given up on his singing dream.

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 seeks redemption

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Criminal record. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 6000 sp. A small bag of saffron. (30 gp). A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (30 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (400 gp). 4 Antitoxin. 4 Tanglefoot bags.