Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 5'2". He is renowned for his bright blue suits and hats, and his gloved hand is found clutching a rapier. He has shaved his head bald. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. His job bores him to no end. He has decided to make it more interesting.

History: Efferil was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He was granted divine powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence, Impeccable. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Criminal record. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 100 gp. Citrine (70 gp). Banded agate (16 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He has wavy chestnut hair. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Gilthur took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up rapier and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 70 gp. Carnelian (70 gp). 1 Masterwork Uncommon Weapon.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Optimist, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 110 pp.

Description: An older man who wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, he is not a threatening figure. His rusty crest is kept up in a ponytail inside a broad hat. His eyes are a pleasant red.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He feeds upon the attention of others.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Kaladan grew up listening to his mother's many stories. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Dragonborn artifacts is his passion; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Impulsive, Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 200 pp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (70 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (70 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (400 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (2000 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He wears a deerstalker hat to cover his moderate length brown fur. This hazel eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

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 also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Cloak was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Barbarian, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Barbarian in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He has dedicated himself to building a better kind of golem.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 80 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.