Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Professionalism. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (70 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is wearing a long, brown, dusty cloak. He sports a flattop fur cut. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

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: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature quarterstaff.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Passionate, Gifted. Bonds: Family, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 1300 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His brown hair is cut short. This brown eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: A deep hatred of goblins; and revenge

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born in the south. Through the years after Ulblyn was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Ulblyn's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: Just what you see.