Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has a long red beard with little hanging trinkets. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Through the years after Gomory was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Gomory's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 31000 sp. White pearl (60 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His brown hair is matted, messy, and big. His eyes are gray.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He never wears the same outfit twice, unless he absolutely has to.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He has had some formal painting training, and achieved minor success. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Professionalism, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Dark and ominous

Possessions: Smoky quartz (60 gp). Red spinel (140 gp). Peridot (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, marred by sweets. His silver hair is long and unkept. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines green.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Ralf isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Human unity. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: The child of a Courier, who enjoyed hunting, Ralf was taken on many hunting expeditions. Through the years after Ralf was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Ralf's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. After a long history of fighting, Ralf and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 4000 sp. Rich purple corundum (1300 gp). Rich purple corundum (1300 gp). Red spinel (100 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp).

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a white vest and prefers grey and white shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down, and a wedding ring on his right hand. He wears his red hair up in a very large beehive style do. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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: Wishes to resurrect an old love.

Ideals: Persistence, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his lance, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. His hair is long and red with streaks of black, and is pulled back with small yellow clips. His beard is black, braided, and well cared for. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 3100 sp.