Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears tattered old clothes. His tied-back hair is chestnut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 82. 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. 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: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. During his travels, Simon and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Simon discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Simon fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is renowned for his bright tan suits and hats. He carries with him a set of quarterstaffs on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. He has done his best to style his black hair to look like a famous performer. His eyes are green.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. He struck the Guard job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He has shaved his head bald. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He got into the Priest business at a young age. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Priest. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 20 pp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: This malnourished man prefers to wear black clothing when he does not wear armor. He sports a flattop hair cut. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Human artifacts is his passion; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: A 5'4" western man, he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His chestnut hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Lewis was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Warrior, 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 Warrior in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Human companion (his 'brother'). He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature scimitar.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 13000 sp. Deep green spinel (50 gp). Chalcedony (40 gp). Carnelian (40 gp).