Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a fancy green suit. His crest is cut close to his head. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Rhogar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Navigator; and obtaining odd cultural dragonborn artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Rich, Has a crush. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 10000 sp. White pearl (100 gp). Blue quartz (9 gp). Obsidian (9 gp). Amber (100 gp). Deep green spinel (100 gp). Rose (30 gp). Rose (30 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp).

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has dyed his greying brown hair a little too much giving a sharp brown color. His gold eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. After coming to the age of reason, Barakas took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. After a long history of fighting, Barakas and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Selfish. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: Chrysoberyl (160 gp). Red spinel (160 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He very much looks the part of a Merchant, marred by sweets. His golden hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Efferil grew up listening to his father's many stories. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Merchant responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Tanglefoot bags. 4 Holy water. 8 Acid flasks.

Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Farmer. He is bristling with hidden weapons, mostly quarterstaffs and clubs. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. As a very small child his family refused to pay dues to a local crime lord, who ordered them killed. His father, a somewhat powerful mage sought to protect him and cast a teleportation spell that whisked him away. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Revenge; and he will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Criminal record, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He wears a brown vest and prefers tan and pastel shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length black fur. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: Born in the east to a Herbalist, Art learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Justice, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 700 gp. Citrine (60 gp). Rose (60 gp). Moss agate (9 gp). Eye agate (9 gp).