Description: He wears a black feathered hat and black clothes. He has wavy white hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Halimath was born the youngest of three triplets. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 5000 sp. Iolite (70 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing green cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. He wears his blonde hair down. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Stylist arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He now mingles about in high society.

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

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 1100 gp. A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (20 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Tabaxi, and stands approximately 5'2". He wears black trousers with tan and green striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts, and his gloved hand is found clutching a flail. His cinnamon fur is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: This man loves writing and to teach people writing more than just about anything. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. After a long history of fighting, Smoking and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Mundane. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: This man is dressed in earthy colors with a black and yellow handkerchief worn on his left side. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized sapphire on his left hand. His head has been shaved. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. 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: Born in the west to a Unemployed, Tordek learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Tordek took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up kukri and armor he uses now. 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 has passion for adventuring and risk; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Job, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 290 gp.

Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He is portly but not overly obese. He has dyed his greying auburn hair a little too much giving a sharp auburn color. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was born in a small desert village. In his 16th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Alvyn fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 11000 cp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (800 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (180 gp).