Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants. He wears his white hair up in a very large beehive style do. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Armorer profession.

History: Roondar was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. Roondar abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His hair is blonde and curly. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

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. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He found a children's book about a Dwarf Adept who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. 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 money/treasure

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. Smoky quartz (50 gp). Tourmaline (60 gp). Moss agate (12 gp). Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Coral (60 gp). Bloodstone (50 gp).

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy golden stubble. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has a hunchback. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His ears are large.

Personality: Halander hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He got into the Mayor business at a young age. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mayor work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mayor work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Mayor for the past few years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 600 gp. Violet garnet (700 gp). Coral (130 gp). Malachite (12 gp). White pearl (130 gp). Rich purple corundum (900 gp). Azurite (12 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has no hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Navigator arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Mhurren 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 ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Navigator for the past few years.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 900 gp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (40 gp).