Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it, marred by beers. He has a silver handlebar mustache and slicked back silver hair. He has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Drogo was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Apothecary work with an outfit from a few towns over. Apothecary work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He was granted druidic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Apothecary responsibilities is difficult; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: Blue sapphire (1300 gp). Amber (90 gp). White opal (1300 gp). Tourmaline (90 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp). Eye agate (11 gp). Deep blue spinel (1200 gp). Red-brown spinel (90 gp). Coral (90 gp). Freshwater pearl (11 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He very much looks the part of a Scribe, and he perpetually has his ceremonial dagger ready. His red hair is greasy and uncared for. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep violet.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 170 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 3'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a white coat with grey slacks. His tied-back hair is silver. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. While he appears to be a normal Gnome, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is content; and to end his boredom

Ideals: Opinionated, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Insane. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 5000 cp. 1 Bullseye lantern.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a black coat over a brown low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. His white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Joser's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. Joser abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. 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 doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Justice. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 700 gp. Azurite (9 gp).