Description: An older man who is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Bowyer, he is not a threatening figure. His black hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. His first spouse was a Animal Trainer, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Fearful. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 700 gp. Star ruby (1400 gp). Rich purple corundum (1400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His brown hair is heavily combed to the left. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

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 Half-Elf in existence. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered painting. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Berrian fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Artistic. Bonds: Religious, Slave. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: Standing 4'5", this man wears an entirely tan suit with white socks and a vest with buckled shoes. He has a very tight haircut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Vonbin was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Glassblower. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job, Family. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 5'6", this man wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. His amber eyes peer out from beneath his small grey hat.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he wants revenge against drow

Flaws: Fearful, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Healer

Voice: German accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. He is bald on top and has large black tufts of hair around his ears. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 36. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered writing. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Justice, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 14000 sp.