Description: He is wearing a long, violet cloak. His cinnamon fur is braided into rings. 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 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 often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Flask lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Joker, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 2200 gp. Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (120 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1300 gp).

Description: He tends to wear a large green jacket, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 6'5" when asserting himself. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He worked as a nervous Marshal and found it very stressful. 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: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft white waves gently in the breeze. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Addict, Disease. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: Blue quartz (12 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1400 gp). Eye agate (12 gp). White pearl (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 4'9", this man tends to wear a large white jacket. His moppish black hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Dyer but believes his peers are too gung-ho.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Hedonist, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Half-Plate. 1 Masterwork studded leather.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears dull brown sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed hand crossbow, just in case. His black hair is long and unkept. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Rolen grew up listening to his mother's many stories. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 3100 gp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (50 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (50 gp). A delicate brass dragon egg (20 gp).