Description: He is a mite stocky and sports grey clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. With bright silver hair and a scraggly beard. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

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 invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Balimaar was born the youngest of three triplets. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Family. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 280 gp.

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 wears an entirely grey suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the west. While he appears to be a normal Dwarf, 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. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is content.

Flaws: Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man usually wears his yellow robe and has his shortspear always slung over his shoulder. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amber on his left hand. He is bald on top and has large brown tufts of hair around his ears. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He uses divination through singing.

History: Heward lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: An older man who wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars, he is not a threatening figure. He sports a flattop hair cut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. Recently the stress of being a Bowyer has made it difficult for him to sleep.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Slave, Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1900 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (3000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.