Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. Sporting a white mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Nuraval isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dwarven unity. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born to a Carpenter, his father struggled to pay the bills. His first spouse was a Carpenter, they had one son, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Impeccable, Joker. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Family. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: Deep green spinel (50 gp).

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His auburn hair is matted, messy, and big. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Through the years after Trym was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Trym'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 loathes his own lifestyle; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Insane, Antagonistic. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: 200 gp. Brown-green garnet (90 gp). Blue quartz (6 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a black cloak and cross-gartered brown stockings. With a patchy black beard and wild black hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Bowyer born in the past three hundred years. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his father. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Dimble took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortspear and armor he uses now. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he desires power and/or immortality

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 1300 gp.

Description: He has a missing left leg. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft blue waves gently in the breeze. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are white and perfect.

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 is obsessed with his god.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 100 gp. Smoky quartz (30 gp). Sard (30 gp).

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He has no hair. His gray eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born in the west to a Slave Trader, Veit learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Slave Trader for the past few years.

Motivation: To be a Weaver again; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Job. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 70 gp. Brown-green garnet (60 gp).