Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a nunchaku on his belt. He wears his gold crest up. His red eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. The war was a terrible time for him, and Nadarr does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His father was a soldier and died while he was still young. Nadarr was left his father's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nadarr fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His skin is flawless and his hazel eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Half-Elves.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. 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 has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature crossbow.

Motivation: To be a Cook again; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 47000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This tall, slender man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His hair is cut close to his head. His green eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He is greedy; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He stands about 5'10" and is dressed in a clean tan cloak covering his clean studded leather. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His long black hair reaches down to his waist. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. A freak accident while working with his Bowyer father left him crippled. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Bowyer. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Wants a kiss.

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Has a crush. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 30 pp. Sard (50 gp).

Description: This late middle aged man likes to wear yellow tank tops with grey pants and is in decent physical shape. His silver crest is braided into rings. His eyes are likewise gold. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Rivaan was raised in a hard working conservative environment. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dragonborn activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dragonborn doctor. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Racist, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 300 gp.