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 usually wears his brown robe and has his trident always slung over his shoulder. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Server

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 110 gp. 8 Acid flasks.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. His eyes are a pleasant gold.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. A true patriot, Zedaar would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when gnolls swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by gnolls. Zedaar was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the gnolls.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Military, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 900 gp. Amber (120 gp). Citrine (80 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (11 gp).

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has shaved his head bald. His eyes are likewise gray.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. 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, Yurk is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Yurk was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. 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: He's repulsed by the PC; and to reunite with his absent father

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 1600 gp.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs, and carries sais. His brown fur is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are likewise yellow.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Guard hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 290 gp.