Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His gold crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His red eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Dragonborn culture. 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, Pandjed is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Poor, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is typically in his Assassin uniform, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'2" when asserting himself. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length blonde hair. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Assassin work with an outfit from a few towns over. Assassin work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Assassin for hire.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to be a layabout again

Ideals: Pacifist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 3000 gp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (150 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1800 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1600 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (150 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (30 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1800 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1600 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (150 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Human, and stands approximately 5'6". He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down, and his gloved hand is found clutching a hammer. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Kody hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his music career. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to protect his home

Ideals: Artistic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Guardian. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 20 pp.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a brown shirt, with a red mid length shorts with red tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His silver hair is greasy and uncared for. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

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 has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Born in the north to a Jeweler, Riardon learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Riardon took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up spear and armor he uses now. He has worked as a Jeweler like his father before him.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to be a carter again

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.