Description: A pudgy man standing about 6'6" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a fancy brown suit. His auburn hair is heavily combed to the right. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Spice Merchant born in the past three hundred years. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Hubert grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Being born in the west, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the west for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To clean up the streets; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Family, Adventurer, Guardian. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: 5'7" and muscular, this southern man usually wears his black robe and has his bastard sword always slung over his shoulder. His black hair and beard is wavy and long. His half smiles and hazel eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: A skeptical and narcissistic man, Theobald's first love is himself. His second love is also himself. 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 in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 400 gp. Banded agate (6 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He dresses like a well dressed Mortician does. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length white hair. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born at the edge of vast plains. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Percival took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up whip and armor he uses now. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and expand his business

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Addict. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears baggy brown pantaloons and a tan scarf. He has dyed his greying auburn hair a little too much giving a sharp auburn color. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

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. The war was a terrible time for him, and Everard does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Everard grew up listening to his father's many stories. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Half-Plate.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His blonde hair is long and unkept. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Fortune-teller who has hired him part-time. 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: He was born on a small isolated farm. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world.

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Nature. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 19000 cp. 1 Alchemist’s fire.