Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His brown hair is cut short. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his gray eyes.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Weaver. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He got into the Weaver business at a young age. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Some 2 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Balimaar never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, In love. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 400 gp. Golden pearl (60 gp). White pearl (60 gp). Moss agate (14 gp).

Description: This exceptionally lanky man is well dressed, constantly wearing a grey suit, blue shirt, and black tie. His chestnut hair is heavily combed to the right. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Family, Poor, Job. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His brown hair is heavily combed to the right. He has gleaming, smiling hazel eyes.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ralf fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Cynical, Hedonist. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 600 sp. Deep blue spinel (800 gp). Carnelian (50 gp). Carnelian (50 gp).

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is wearing a long, grey, dusty cloak. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to hide his balding. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his wide-brimmed grey hat.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He is a Deep Scion in disguise. 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 Sellsword. He came across an abandoned tomb where he found a relic that called out to him. After picking it up he was cursed by lycanthropy.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Depressed, Disease, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: 1600 sp.

Description: He wears silk and lounges about seductively. His golden hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the west. Adam was born on a far western mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Armorer. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Masseuse. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He wants revenge against illithids; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it

Bonds: Attractive, Guardian, Has a crush, Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.