Description: This younger middle-aged man wears tattered old clothes, and a wedding ring on his right hand. He sports a flattop hair cut. His fierce silver eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Armorer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and to protect his home

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Greedy. Bonds: In love, Poor. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 400 sp. Iolite (80 gp). Moss agate (6 gp). 1 Darkwood Shield. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he prefers to wear yellow clothing when he does not wear armor. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the left. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are brown.

Personality: Aelar speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Aelar was born on a far northern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Cook. As of late he has set up a hidden staging nest where he ambushes people he hires for escort.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable, Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record, Rich. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He sports red clothing, slightly heavier than average wear, marred by beers. His white hair is long and unkept. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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 submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Olunt was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. 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's repulsed by the PC; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: Red garnet (160 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a chocolate of some kind. He tends to wear a violet poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt, marred by chocolates. His hair is cut close to his head. He has green eyes.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

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. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Eye agate (8 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He sports a long chestnut beard, and similarly colored long hair. He has a dull look in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. In his 12th year, his parents were killed by a illithids raid, leaving Quarion alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He became a Locksmith soon after.

Motivation: Many illithids want him driven away; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Just what you see.