Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, marred by beers. He has shaved his head bald. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: Nalral was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Ranger, 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 Ranger in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Criminal record, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1 Banded mail.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy black crest. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He has a hunchback. His black crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-sister.

History: He was born into a rich family. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He bought a spear and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a dagger on his belt. His hair is chestnut, silky, and of moderate length. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Gifted from a young age, Fivin studied abroad. Ostracized due to the necromantic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 1200 gp. Rhodochrosite (4 gp). Rose (60 gp). Violet garnet (300 gp). Sard (60 gp). Hematite (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a fancy tan suit, and he perpetually has his hand crossbow ready. His chestnut hair is knotted and matted. He is baby faced.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Orsik's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was born into a rich family. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has achieved small success as a Bookbinder.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Job. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 210 gp. 1 Healer’s kit.