Description: An older man who wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during, he is not a threatening figure. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Tharivol was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 400 gp. Jet (160 gp). Citrine (40 gp).

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light black in addition to tight pants. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His ears are large.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. 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 Dyer. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Religious, Rich, Job. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 700 gp. Deep green spinel (70 gp). Star ruby (1600 gp). Black star sapphire (1600 gp). Blue quartz (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears a grey cloak and cross-gartered brown stockings. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Namfoodle was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Namfoodle was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Namfoodle decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and to reunite with his absent mother

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 50 gp.

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a red coat. His black fur is braided into rings. His copper eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. A gifted student he started as a Barber, but he got bored and became a Dyer. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Dyer for the past few years.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he is greedy

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.