Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His crest is black and very short. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Bharash is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Depressed, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 5000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (3000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2200 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (120 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (800 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2400 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (800 gp). Solid gold idol (700 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (120 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2200 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (120 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2400 gp). 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears dull tan sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed shortspear, just in case. He keeps his blue hair in a pixie cut. His red eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 14. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Therai was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His family was turned out during the war. He and his family wandered west to less war torn lands. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Laborer responsibilities is difficult; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insane, Selfish, PTSD. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 8000 sp. Sard (60 gp). Eye agate (4 gp). Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). Hematite (4 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears dull yellow sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed nunchaku, just in case. His long black hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Eberk will drive conversation. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Eberk was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He bought a nunchaku and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Expand his business; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Lazy. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 300 gp. 4 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: He wears just a violet suit, and he perpetually has his hand crossbow ready. His hair is chestnut and very short. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Riardon wants to be seen as a stoic, levelheaded, noble Cleric, so he tries to act the part. He does a good job, for the most part... He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He has been helping groups of widows and orphans who have fled abusive spouses or lost their families to gnolls.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Flaws: Lazy. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 5000 sp. Fire opal (400 gp).