Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has moderate length golden hair. His gray eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Born in the south to a Courier, Dalgal learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 240 gp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is green, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. He keeps his long brown hair kept up in a rat tail. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. In his 13th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Pirithin alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. After a long history of fighting, Pirithin and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away; and he wants revenge against giants

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a long, grey cloak. He is portly but not overly obese. His red crest, when down, is lengthy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Deceptive and manipulative this eastern guy figured out how to best use his charms to convince people to do what he wants. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born to a Healer, his father struggled to pay the bills. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, 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 routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 290 gp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He wears his silver crest up. His half smiles and gold eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Dragonborn in existence. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Donaar hails from a village terrorized by drow. At a young age his father died while driving off some drow. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in sickle use. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and a deep hatred of drow

Ideals: Justice, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.