Description: A 5'0" southern man, he does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: This man loves dancing and to teach people dancing more than just about anything. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: He was born in the south. 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 Adventurer. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to be a barkeep again

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 3000 gp. Azurite (15 gp). Coral (130 gp). Golden yellow topaz (600 gp). Black star sapphire (600 gp). Deep green spinel (130 gp). Onyx (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears a yellow coat over a white low-cut shirt, and a feathered hat upon his head. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He has green eyes.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Rolen embodies much of what other species detest in the Half-Elves. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when illithids swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. 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: Someone believes him a fraud; and he feels threatened by others

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a brown coat over a black low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head. He carries with him a set of sickles, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His orange fur is long and unkept. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Edge hails from a village terrorized by drow. At a young age his mother died while driving off some drow. His father being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in sickle use. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Edge was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Enemies. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 2100 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (80 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (80 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp).

Description: He wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He carries with him a set of morningstars on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. His crest is red, silky, and of moderate length. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Srorthen fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Justice. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 10000 cp.