Description: He wears a black vest and prefers white and blue shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, and he perpetually has his glaive ready. His crest, while still mostly red, has prominent grey streaks. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gold.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. Kerkad is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Kerkad took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up glaive and armor he uses now. He bought a glaive and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 700 gp. Black pearl (800 gp).

Description: He has a large white mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his black robe. He carries with him a set of tridents on his belt, each one with a opal on the hilt. He has no hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He got into the Knight business at a young age. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Knight. He became a Knight soon after.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and balancing his hectic life and new knight responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 2000 gp. Rhodochrosite (9 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). Tourmaline (50 gp). Chrysoprase (80 gp). Star rose quartz (80 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp). Chalcedony (80 gp). Iolite (80 gp). Peridot (80 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp). 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item. 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears brown painted combat armor at almost all times, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His gold crest, when down, is lengthy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. While he appears to be a normal Dragonborn, 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 now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane, Cynical. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 200 gp. Peridot (50 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man is renowned for his bright black suits and hats. His blue crest is unkempt and raggedy. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. 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, Salasar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Family. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 300 gp. Azurite (14 gp). Coral (150 gp).