Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a scimitar on his belt. His white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Krimmon lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Krimmon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and doesn't want to be a farmer and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Logical. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears suspenders and violet workpants. His shirt is grey, and he wears a heavy violet leather apron most of the time. He wears his red crest down. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Born in the west to a Bookbinder, Pijjirik learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane, Impulsive, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 700 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking southern male in his early mid-life. He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a yellow coat. His rusty crest is greasy and uncared for. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Azzakh lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Armorer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Armorer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 3 years.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Optimist, Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (13 gp). Hematite (13 gp). Lapis lazuli (13 gp). Alexandrite (1500 gp).

Description: He is a husky man, who prefers to wear grey clothing when he does not wear armor. He has moderate length auburn hair. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born into a rich family. 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. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 200 sp. 1 Tanglefoot bags.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is wearing a long, grey, dusty cloak. His red hair is cut short. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Erevan will drive conversation. 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, Erevan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Erevan grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He worked as a nervous Bowyer and found it very stressful. He became a Bowyer soon after.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Extrovert, Justice. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Slave. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.