Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with black colored cloaks and clothing. He wears his chestnut hair down. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: Bhevek speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Halflings.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He prefers to wear tan clothing when he does not wear armor. He wears a colorful flower in his bronze crest. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: Rathkran was born with his father's beautiful face. In his youth he was a Bowyer, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. 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. Rathkran fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Optimist, Fighting. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a husky man, who dresses well, wearing grey shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His red hair is lengthy. His skin is flawless and his green eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He became a Soapmaker soon after.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away; and elven compassion

Ideals: Opinionated, Fighting. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears long strands of jet and short tan dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He sports a long red beard, and similarly colored long hair. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker tan 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 is fiercely devoted to his mother, and views his mother's ex-spouse as an evil person for separating him from his legal half-brother.

History: Harbek was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has never given up on his music dream.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Persistence, Artistic. Bonds: Rich, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 220 gp. 1 Masterwork Heavy wooden shield.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His lavender fur is unkempt and raggedy. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. When triggered he is a bloodthirsty maniac, stopping at nothing and killing everything for almost an hour.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Ruler hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Criminal record. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: Emerald (800 gp). Rose (20 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp).