Description: This eastern man prefers to wear black clothing when he does not wear armor. His clothes are grease stained in places. He has dyed his greying gray fur a little too much giving a sharp gray color. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Left-Handed took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 800 gp. Citrine (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears bulky brown painted plate armor. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has wavy auburn hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Cartwright business.

History: Dalgal was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Aristocrat, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Aristocrat in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Optimist, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 900 gp. Sard (50 gp). Blue quartz (10 gp). Chrysoprase (50 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp). Freshwater pearl (10 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp). Deep green spinel (80 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears brown robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a club, but if one is not available he will default to his nunchaku. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His fierce violet eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Armorer born in the past three hundred years. He is obsessed with his god.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Bonds: Job, Religious, Military, Rich. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 30 gp. Azurite (15 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a grey collared shirt and brown pants. He accessorizes with a black scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He has a long golden beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Quarion lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. A freak accident while working with his Farmer father left him crippled. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease, Fearful. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 310 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and is dressed in a clean tan cloak covering his clean studded leather. He has wavy golden hair. This blue eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a son. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 6 years.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Military, In love, Job, Rich. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 2800 sp.