Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is typically in his Servant uniform. His red hair is long and unkept. This hazel eyed easterner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He dropped out of school before completing his studies. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Logical, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1 Magnifying glass.

Description: This late middle aged man is dressed in earthy colors with a blue and brown handkerchief worn on his right side and is in decent physical shape. His auburn hair, when down, is lengthy. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Stannor was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His family was being driven out of business by several neighboring competitors. The mother sought out extralegal help and others began closing their doors. He saw this and took pride in his mother's willingness to do anything to win. He struck the Servant job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He is content; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 42000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his monstrous two handed axe with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. Through the years after Paggen was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Paggen's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and balancing his hectic life and new mayor responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 200 gp. Iolite (20 gp). Blue quartz (7 gp).

Description: An older man who wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during, he is not a threatening figure. His red hair is singed and shortened. His black eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: This man loves singing and to teach people singing more than just about anything. 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 a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature lance.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 700 gp.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a tan vest and prefers blue and green shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He keeps his black hair in a pixie cut. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Wiggan was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Cleric, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Cleric in service of a powerful lord somewhere. Wiggan 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 100 gp. Citrine (20 gp).