Description: He wears long strands of amber and short violet dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has done his best to style his white hair to look like a famous performer. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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 goblins. Fallond was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the goblins.

Motivation: He is greedy; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears blue leather gloves, a blue jacket, and tight pants. His brown fur is unkempt and raggedy. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. 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 on a small isolated farm. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Miller hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He bought a scimitar and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and wants his loneliness to end

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Nature. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 3000 gp. Blue quartz (7 gp). Obsidian (7 gp). Rhodochrosite (7 gp). Onyx (40 gp). Jasper (40 gp). Violet garnet (400 gp). Rose (40 gp). Peridot (40 gp). Red-brown spinel (130 gp). Malachite (7 gp). Rhodochrosite (7 gp). Carnelian (40 gp). Rich purple corundum (1000 gp). Azurite (7 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with wide-brimmed hat. His head has been shaved. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He takes great joy in being the best Body Guard in town.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He took after his father in leading caravans. Because they were valued, his father taught him to defend himself. When his father died while fighting goblins, the young Oloric began to lead the lost caravan. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Has a crush. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is typically in his Mercenary uniform. He carries with him a set of glaives, each one with a ruby on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He sports a long brown beard, and similarly colored long hair. His eyes are likewise green. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Lamlis was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Attractive. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1200 gp. Carved bone or ivory statuette (60 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull white iron scale mail. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His ears are large.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Architect profession.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. In his 12th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. 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: He's looking for his big break; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: Just what you see.