Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs, marred by beers. His brown hair is thinning but still full. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. 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 grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful, Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Guardian. Occupation: Server

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 150 gp.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears baggy green pantaloons and a brown scarf. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His eyes are a pleasant gray.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Humans in Trey's homeland. Trey decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Trey fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 140 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears dull violet sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed ceremonial dagger, just in case. With a patchy red beard and wild red hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Aerdeth isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Aerdeth is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. 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: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and money/treasure

Ideals: Impeccable, Justice. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This light-skinned male likes to wear ponchos typically of a light tan in addition to tight pants. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Ratak was born the youngest of three triplets. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Expand his business; and doesn't want to be a animal trainer and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Family, Slave, Job. Occupation: Animal Trainer

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He stands about 4'3" and wears a violet costume with the symbols of death on his torso. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His hair is chestnut, silky, and of moderate length. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Masseuse profession.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Rurik was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Like his father and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Glassblower. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Glassblower for the past few years.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a masseuse again

Ideals: Disciplined. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 8000 cp. Red spinel (60 gp). Chrysoprase (60 gp).