Description: This man is tall and muscular. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His rusty crest is still thick. He is baby faced.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Trynnicus was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Commoner, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Commoner in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Server

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is wearing a long, yellow, dusty cloak. He wears his white hair up. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his music with anyone who is interested.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dwarven artifacts is his passion; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Family, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 600 gp. Banded agate (14 gp). Eye agate (14 gp). Silver pearl (140 gp). Banded agate (14 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He prefers to wear green pants and tee shirts. His copper crest is singed and shortened. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines red.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing music.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. A gifted student he started as a Servant, but he got bored and became a Fisher. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 6 years.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: This malnourished man is dressed in earthy colors with a grey and black handkerchief worn on his right side. Sporting a red mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 36. 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. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. 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: Dwarven compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to dwarven people

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Insane, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Assassin

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

Possessions: 300 gp.