Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears dull green sweaters, loose white pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed bow, just in case. He is an epitome of beauty. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. 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. After a long history of fighting, Gomory and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 1700 sp.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'11" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears a brown small hat and brown clothes. His brown hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He got into the Miner business at a young age. He worked as a nervous Miner and found it very stressful. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he would like to get married and retire

Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A middle-aged man, he usually wears his white robe and has his spear always slung over his shoulder, and is pretty ugly. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Tanner born in the past three hundred years. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Gifted from a young age, Clerebold studied abroad. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He became a Tanner soon after.

Motivation: To be a Jeweler again; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.

Description: A 6'6" eastern man, he tends to wear a large violet jacket. He sports a long golden beard, and similarly colored long hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He is content; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Nature, Family. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Everburning torch.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears just a black suit. He keeps his long auburn hair kept up in a rat tail. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Percival was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. His martial abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Minor magic item.