Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His golden hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

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. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. In his youth he was a Bounty Hunter, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. 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. Conrad fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to be a bounty hunter again

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, PTSD. Bonds: Nature, Poor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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 wears a tattered pair of loose violet pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His blonde hair is greasy and uncared for. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: This man loves singing and to teach people singing more than just about anything. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born to a Armorer, his father struggled to pay the bills. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Gnomes in the east were limited. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and gnomish compassion

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 27000 cp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he is renowned for his bright tan suits and hats. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Born to a Healer, his father struggled to pay the bills. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Layabout. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Impeccable. Flaws: Greedy, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 800 sp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He very much looks the part of a Marshal. His hair is red and curly. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. His childhood dream was to be a Crown-heir, but he was a colossal failure. He has taken up work as a Marshal and fed both sides of the war false information with the goal of increasing casualties.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and money/treasure

Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: Amber (60 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a white cloak and cross-gartered red stockings. His silver hair is matted, messy, and big. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Through the years after Morkral was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Morkral's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Antagonistic. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: Malachite (7 gp).