Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'2". He wears just a blue suit, and his gloved hand is found clutching a pickaxe. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: A child with a great deal of dancing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. Through the years after Thamior was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Thamior's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has never given up on his dancing dream.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he has a crush on the local jeweler

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 70 gp.

Description: He prefers to wear flannel. He carries with him a set of spears, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Crown-heir arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. 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 is greedy.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 130 gp. 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: Standing 5'10", this man is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. His amber eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, PTSD. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 800 gp. Alexandrite (1100 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 is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His fur is brown and curly. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Tabaxi in existence. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 12 years.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and he is greedy

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Bonds: Rich, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1000 sp. Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Carved bone or ivory statuette (100 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (90 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. His hair is black and very short. 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 cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. 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: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 900 gp. Deep blue spinel (1400 gp).