Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest, and carries swords. His bronze crest is knotted and matted. He has gleaming, smiling gold eyes.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: Dadalan was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. Through the years after Dadalan was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Dadalan's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and doesn't want to be a spice merchant and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious, Poor, Has a crush, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs, he is not a threatening figure. His golden hair is greasy and uncared for. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Varis will drive conversation. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Varis was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. After a long history of fighting, Varis and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Extrovert, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears suspenders and black workpants. His shirt is yellow, and he wears a heavy black leather apron most of the time. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His hair is chestnut and very short. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: He was born in the south. Harbek was born on a far southern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Sellsword. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his whip with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His hair is cut close to his head. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the north. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Erevan took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up whip and armor he uses now. During his travels, Erevan and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Erevan discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Erevan fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 2400 gp. Alexandrite (600 gp). Lapis lazuli (7 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1500 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp).