Description: He is scrawny and has patchy black stubble. He is wearing a long, black cloak. He has a hunchback. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Dyer born in the past three hundred years. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Dyer for the past few years.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Philantrophist, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Slave, Nature. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 24000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe. His chestnut hair, when down, is lengthy. His white eyes peer out from beneath his small grey hat.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Merchant responsibilities is difficult; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Military, Nature, Job. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 130 gp. Pink pearl (100 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he typically wears pastel cloth garments or leather armor. His long red hair reaches down to his waist. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his small pastel hat.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was born in the south. A freak accident while working with his Barber father left him crippled. Being a Slave Trader kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he has decided he is irredeemable

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 500 sp. 1 Banded mail.

Description: A 5'2" western man, he is dressed in an above average manner. His hair is long and black with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small pastel clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: The child of a Mayor, who enjoyed hunting, Varis was taken on many hunting expeditions. He always admired divine-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Nature. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 120 pp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Dyer born in the past three hundred years. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Dyer. 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. Gennal fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Dyer responsibilities is difficult; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 100 gp.