Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a red vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His white leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his red boots flare out at the collars, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His silver hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a Stetson hat. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Dwarven companion (his 'brother'). He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and obtaining odd cultural dwarven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy, Ugly. Bonds: In love, Adventurer. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: An older man who wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his longbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt, he is not a threatening figure. His red hair is still thick. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are black.

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 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 was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 90 pp.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty red coat over it. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy auburn hair. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is a Fisher first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the south were limited. He's also a talented Fletcher, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: To be a Fletcher again; and expand his business

Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Job, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Superior lock.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears dark leathers with embroidery. His fur is orange and curly. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: Gifted from a young age, Edge studied abroad. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Emotional. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: Just what you see.