Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents, and a wedding ring on his left hand. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Gomory 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 Beggar. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and expand his business

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, In love, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 2500 gp. Bloodstone (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose brown pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He carries with him a set of tridents, each one with a jet on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the north were limited. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Quarion fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Joker. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 4000 gp. Coral (160 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.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His moppish white hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. 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, Norûk is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

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 was a soldier and died while he was still young. Norûk was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 40 pp.

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 wears a red collared shirt and green pants. He accessorizes with a tan scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. A freak accident while working with his Courier mother left him crippled. 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 is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 4000 sp. Moss agate (9 gp). Blue sapphire (500 gp). Aquamarine (1300 gp). Aquamarine (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears dark leathers with embroidery. His red crest is greasy and uncared for. He has a tattooed face.

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 receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. Dadalan was orphaned to a temple shortly after his birth. He was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above himself and to hold his god always in his heart. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 600 gp.