Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. He has dyed his greying chestnut hair a little too much giving a sharp chestnut color. He has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 82. 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. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Gimurt took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up crossbow and armor he uses now. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a violet coat over a grey low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Felgrat was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Scribe hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and regain custody of his daughter

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 400 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1400 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He dresses well, wearing black shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He has done his best to style his white hair to look like a famous performer. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Galinndan was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and elven compassion

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 6000 sp.

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Stylist does. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. He has several tiny amethyst earrings on each ear.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Ar-Baruk was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He keeps his long brown hair kept up in a rat tail. He has hazel eyes and a black hat with a white feather.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He was born into a rich family. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.