Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has wavy brown hair. His eyes are likewise gold. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He got into the Banker business at a young age. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Banker hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He's also a talented Priest, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Job, Slave. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: He stands about 6'9" and is wearing a tight white one piece outfit complete with pants, hood, and a cape. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He has shaved his head bald. He has gray eyes.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Horhog lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His first spouse was a Merchant, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He has worked as a Bowyer like his father before him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: He is in excellent shape and tends to wear a large pastel jacket. He has wavy silver hair. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Fargrim hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He is an amazing painter.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. 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 has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature warhammer.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Greedy. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 6'5" and is dressed in earthy colors with a white and green handkerchief worn on his left side. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is long and red with streaks of blonde, and is pulled back with small white clips. His beard is blonde, braided, and well cared for. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Dean was born the youngest of three triplets. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He has dedicated himself to building a better world.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Optimist, Impeccable. Bonds: Job, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 360 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Half-Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many red ritualistic tattoos. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. Sporting a golden mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Dreali lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. His first spouse was a Navigator, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 160 gp. Eye agate (12 gp). 1 Magnifying glass.