Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His silver hair, when down, is lengthy. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Human culture. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Humans.

History: He got into the Healer business at a young age. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 3 years.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Human people; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 400 sp.

Description: This man is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright black and white, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His red hair is knotted and matted. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Gorfel hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. 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: Gifted from a young age, Gorfel studied abroad. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and balancing his hectic life and new dilettante responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted, Persistence, Athletic. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a brown costume with the symbols of death on his torso. He keeps his long copper crest kept up in a rat tail. He has red eyes and a brown hat with a tan feather.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. 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. Salasar was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Priest. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This younger middle-aged man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Pirithin took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up glaive and armor he uses now. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Joker, Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: In love, Nature. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 2100 sp. Alexandrite (700 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Spice Merchant who has hired him part-time. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the north. He worked as a nervous Spice Merchant and found it very stressful. He became a Spice Merchant soon after.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Has a crush, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 12000 sp.