Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. With a patchy blonde beard and wild blonde hair. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Raymond's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He got into the Brewer business at a young age. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Raymond took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Brewer responsibilities is difficult; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Nature, Debt. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 700 sp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears bulky tan painted plate armor. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mortician arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Fargrim 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. Fargrim 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. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Logical, Optimist. Bonds: Religious, Rich, Criminal record. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 600 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (700 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking western young adult. He wears just a white suit. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His white hair is thinning but still full. His eyes are likewise violet. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: Alexandrite (500 gp). White pearl (90 gp). Hematite (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is wearing a long, white, dusty cloak. He has a very tight haircut. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Travok lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His first spouse was a Junk Dealer, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He struck the Fortune-teller job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and wants to raise his children well

Flaws: Greedy, Fearful. Bonds: Family, Job, Religious. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 390 gp. 1 Half-Plate.