Description: This man is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His crest is blue and curly. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 15th year, his parents were killed by a brigands raid, leaving Valorean alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Many brigands want him driven away; and a deep hatred of brigands

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1100 gp. Sardonyx (20 gp). Star rose quartz (20 gp). Alexandrite (1000 gp). Malachite (10 gp). Zircon (20 gp). Lapis lazuli (10 gp). Alexandrite (1000 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (10 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a yellow shirt, with a brown mid length shorts with brown tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He has no hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines black.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Because his mother participated in the massacre of their homeland, giants burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. He was preparing to flee to the north, but the outbreak of war prevented him and his father from journeying north to reunite his family. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and he desires to right it; and a deep hatred of giants

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Climber’s kit. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument.

Description: This southern man is well dressed, constantly wearing a yellow suit, brown shirt, and green tie. His clothes are grease stained in places. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was born in the south. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 3000 sp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His hair is black and curly. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his gray eyes.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Bookbinder who has hired him part-time. 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: Wiggens was born with his mother's beautiful face. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He's in love; and wants a kiss

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, In love. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 40 gp.