Description: He wears black painted combat armor at almost all times, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 3'6" when asserting himself. His hair is long and silver with streaks of white, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is white, braided, and well cared for. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Stableman arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Gnomes in the north were limited. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His fur is red, silky, and of moderate length. His copper eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson red hat.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze, and carries crossbows. His brown hair is long and unkept. His silver eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Farmer. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. 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 struck the Farmer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and to be a locksmith again

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Job, Religious. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 180 pp. Rose (70 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His long chestnut hair reaches down to his waist. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Sculptor born in the past three hundred years. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Dwarven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Dwarven doctor. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and retire the richest man in the east

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 80 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He tends to wear a large grey jacket. His brown hair is singed and shortened. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Kilvar isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dwarven unity. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Religious, Adventurer. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 110 gp.