Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft tan waves gently in the breeze. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He has a long white beard with little hanging trinkets. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Baern isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dwarven unity. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. 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's repulsed by the PC; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 230 gp.

Description: He wears tattered old clothes. He is portly but not overly obese. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 40. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. Ostracized due to the divine powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Half-Orcs became a terror of the countryside. He struck the Priest job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Red spinel (50 gp). Golden pearl (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He dresses in brown turtlenecks beneath a black coat with tan slacks. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: Brottor hails from a village terrorized by giants. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Dwarves in the north were limited. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Sage for the past few years.

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

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, In love, Enemies. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 110 gp.

Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has styled his blonde hair well, parting it to the right. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: This man loves music and to teach people music more than just about anything. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Gardener profession.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Humans in the west were limited. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mortician.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and balancing his hectic life and new mortician responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Gnomish activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Gnomish doctor. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: Gnomish compassion; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 7000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.