Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His black crest is smooth and relatively long. His skin is flawless and his red eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Nadarr took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up club and armor he uses now. 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: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and money/treasure

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 100 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he wears an entirely blue suit with violet socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His long blonde hair reaches down to his waist. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He got into the Soapmaker 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 Soapmaker work with an outfit from a few towns over. Soapmaker 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 Soapmaker for the past few years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and balancing his hectic life and new soapmaker responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Cynical, Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 60 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: Standing 5'6", this man wears a white shirt with thin blue vertical stripes and brown pants. His beige fur is kept up in a ponytail inside a small hat. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Dynamic grew up listening to his father's many stories. Dynamic was born on a far northern forest where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Miner. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Terse, Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: Blue quartz (4 gp). Moss agate (4 gp). Red-brown spinel (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears pastel leather gloves, a pastel jacket, and tight pants. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His long golden hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Marshal. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Slave, Job. Occupation: Marshal

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

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.