Description: He is lean but muscular and dresses in pastel turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with blue slacks. His brass crest is still thick. His gold eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. The war was a terrible time for him, and Direcris does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Direcris was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Shoemaker. He tends to his Shoemaker job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Military, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 160 gp. Tourmaline (100 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is typically in his Baker uniform. His red hair is still thick. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He takes great joy in being the best Baker in town.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Disciplined, Philantrophist. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Baker

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1500 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a violet vest and prefers pastel and red shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, and he perpetually has his trident ready. He has no crest. His eyes are red.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Dadalan abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and obtaining odd cultural dragonborn artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 3000 gp. Eye agate (6 gp). Freshwater pearl (6 gp). Obsidian (6 gp). Red garnet (160 gp). Jade (160 gp). Azurite (6 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: An older man who dresses like a well dressed Mortician does, he is not a threatening figure. His golden hair and beard is wavy and long. This brown eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the south. Hobart liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

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

Ideals: Professionalism. Bonds: Job, Religious, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 5000 sp. Black pearl (400 gp). Silver pearl (150 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He has a large pastel mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

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 loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

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. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Military. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 100 gp. Jet (40 gp). White pearl (40 gp). Tourmaline (40 gp).