Description: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a brown suit, white shirt, and green tie. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Bowyer business.

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. Efferil was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a husky man, who tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He wears a colorful flower in his red hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his violet eyes.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Mason business.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Mason arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Halimath was born on a far southern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Mason. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and money/treasure

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He stands about 3'11" and wears dark leathers with embroidery. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy silver hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: Deep blue spinel (800 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He tends to wear a red poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are likewise red.

Personality: He has two modes he varies between. On the job he is cold, steely and emotionless. Off the job he is a party animal. As he has aged he has sought to do reparations for his actions as a youth. He is also making sure that his compatriots who never received punishment for their crimes are brought to justice.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the east. Marbas was born on a far eastern plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Fortune-teller. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature sword.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Justice. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Criminal record, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 6000 sp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (140 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (140 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his pickaxe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His black crest is singed and shortened. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are red.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Through the years after Nithther was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Nithther's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. 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.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Terse, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.