Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright white and tan, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He sports a flattop crest cut. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady red eyes.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Soapmaker born in the past three hundred years. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Dragonborns.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Soapmaker arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. 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.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Job, Military. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Kilvar embodies much of what other species detest in the Dwarves. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: This man does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. He keeps his auburn hair in a pixie cut. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is a Mercenary first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: Born in the west to a Mercenary, Pog learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered dancing. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He is content; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Artistic. Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He dresses like a well dressed Gardener does. His chestnut hair is lengthy. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Born to a Barrister, his mother struggled to pay the bills. His childhood dream was to be a Barrister, but he was a colossal failure. He has worked as a Gardener like his mother before him.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Gardener responsibilities is difficult; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Poor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.