Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He is portly but not overly obese. His hair is black and curly. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Bookbinder arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. When Habor reached his early adolescence his Tiefling father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate. Bonds: Military, Rich, Slave, Adventurer. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He prefers to wear flannel. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. 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 remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Slave, Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, and he perpetually has his halberd ready. His silver hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Apothecary work with an outfit from a few towns over. Apothecary work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 2000 gp. Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). White pearl (90 gp). Golden pearl (90 gp). Silver pearl (90 gp). Moonstone (60 gp). Azurite (4 gp). Aquamarine (1000 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This slender man stands about 3'3". He prefers to wear flannel. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the left. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. 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: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. His mother disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his mother, he was betrayed dozens of times. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a shortbow on his belt. He has a very tight haircut. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Veit hails from a village terrorized by orcs. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by orcs. Veit was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the orcs.

Motivation: Many orcs want him driven away; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Hedonist. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 270 gp.