Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing grey cape and mantle trimmed with soft tan waves gently in the breeze. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy blonde hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady violet eyes.

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. 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, Naeris is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 150 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (160 gp).

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. His head has been shaved. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his top grey hat.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage daughter.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Military, Religious. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 60 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears a tan vest and prefers white and grey shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His crest is cut close to his head. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Bharash isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dragonborn unity. He uses divination through singing.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when illithids swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and many illithids want him driven away

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: An older man who prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman, he is not a threatening figure. He wears his copper crest up. 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 dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the north. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born in the north to a Apothecary, Tarhun learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Apothecary.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 210 gp. 2 Thunderstones.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he is renowned for his bright black suits and hats. His beige fur, when down, is lengthy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is greedy

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane, Secretive. Bonds: Enemies, Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 200 sp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (180 gp).