Description: He wears black painted combat armor at almost all times, and carries clubs. His blue crest is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are gold.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 16000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 5'7". He wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a club on his belt, and his gloved hand is found clutching a club. He has wavy beige fur. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He got into the Miller business at a young age. Cloak liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He's also a talented Actor, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 13000 sp. Brown-green garnet (150 gp). Carnelian (30 gp). Red spinel (150 gp). Deep green spinel (150 gp). Rock crystal (30 gp). Rock crystal (30 gp).

Description: This malnourished man wears professional attire. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. He has gleaming, smiling red eyes.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Amnon's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Born in the west to a Spice Merchant, Amnon learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Spice Merchant. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: To be a Carpenter again.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and grey handkerchief worn on his left side. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He has wavy silver hair. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He got into the Fisher business at a young age. A gifted student he started as a Spice Merchant, but he got bored and became a Fisher. In his journeys he found a malevolent artifact. He wishes to return this artifact and its corrupting influence back to where it came.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he's in love

Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Just what you see.