Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a hand crossbow on his belt. His white hair is matted, messy, and big. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was taken from his home at a very young age. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Foxilon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Insomniac. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He sports brown clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His silver crest is thinning but still full. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He takes great joy in being the best Servant in town.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Servant. He has worked as a Servant like his mother before him.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1000 gp. A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (80 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1200 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (80 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1700 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1700 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who wears dark leathers with embroidery, he is not a threatening figure. His hair is short and golden. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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. Ulfgar took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up lance and armor he uses now. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 1200 sp.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a simple brown robe with blue stripes complete with hood. His black hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes giants are coming to abduct people. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Brown-green garnet (50 gp).