Description: This light-skinned male wears a yellow costume with the symbols of magic on his torso. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His hair is short and black. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Mozfel will drive conversation. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He got into the Interpreter business at a young age. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Interpreter and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Extrovert, Opinionated, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 400 gp. Black opal (800 gp). Aquamarine (1300 gp). Sard (20 gp).

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He has moderate length brown hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep white.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Valafar was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is greedy

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Nature, Military. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 3000 gp. Eye agate (16 gp). Eye agate (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 5'3", this man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his dagger with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His red hair is matted, messy, and big. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Lucan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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 remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Insane. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 3100 sp.

Description: He wears a blue coat over a violet low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His blonde hair is smooth and relatively long. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. Through the years after Ur-Lasu was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Ur-Lasu's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ur-Lasu fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.