Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. His eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He has all his life been fascinated with poetry.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered poetry. 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: Entrepeneur, Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a bow on his belt. His hair is auburn and curly. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. At a young age his father died while driving off some dire rats. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in bow use. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away; and revenge

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Forgetful, Disease. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 7000 sp. White opal (1300 gp). Citrine (80 gp). Malachite (15 gp). Blue quartz (15 gp). Blue quartz (15 gp).

Description: This tall, slender man wears a black vest and prefers pastel and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length black crest. His gold eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Salasar isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Dragonborn unity. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: Salasar was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. His druidic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Optimist, Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Pirate accent

Possessions: 4000 sp. Iolite (20 gp). Moss agate (8 gp). Blue sapphire (1600 gp). Aquamarine (1300 gp). Amber (140 gp). Jade (140 gp).

Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears a fancy pastel suit. His long blonde hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Sage born in the past three hundred years. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Sage work with an outfit from a few towns over. Sage work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. 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: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He is wearing a long, brown cloak, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'11" when asserting himself. His chestnut hair is smooth and relatively long. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: He got into the Spice Merchant business at a young age. When Ahvain reached his early adolescence his Half-Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has achieved small success as a Spice Merchant.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and expand his business

Ideals: Joker, Opinionated. Bonds: Job, Military, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1200 sp. Red spinel (130 gp). Freshwater pearl (14 gp). Golden pearl (130 gp).