Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 68. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Barkeep work with an outfit from a few towns over. Barkeep work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane, Disease. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 600 gp.

Description: This man is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized aquamarine on his right hand. His tied-back hair is red. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 300 gp. Black pearl (500 gp). Sard (40 gp).

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears just a pastel suit, and a wedding ring on his left hand. He sports a flattop hair cut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He uses divination through singing.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. While he appears to be a normal Human, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Terse, Insane. Bonds: In love, Mentor. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He keeps his long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: He was born in the south. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: A deep hatred of illithids; and revenge

Flaws: Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears green robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his shield. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy black hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is irascible and easily irritated. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Percival is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the west. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. 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; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 24000 cp. Rose (20 gp). Silver pearl (70 gp). Red garnet (70 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp). 4 Antitoxin. 4 Holy water. 4 Antitoxin.