Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He wears his chestnut hair up. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. 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 was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. At a young age he wooed the heart of his future spouse and the two had a long relationship before they wed. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Joker, Optimist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 100 gp. 1 Breastplate. 1 Darkwood Buckler. 1 Chain shirt.

Description: He likes to wear green tank tops with brown pants. He carries with him a set of ceremonial daggers on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. His blonde hair is matted, messy, and big. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Gomory fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Forgetful. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 400 gp. 1 Masterwork Thieves’ tools. 1 Masterwork Musical instrument. 1 Climber’s kit.

Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor, and carries flails. His hair is long and red with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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 always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Soapmaker business.

History: He got into the Soapmaker business at a young age. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He struck the Soapmaker job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Expand his business; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Persistence. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 10000 cp. Rich purple corundum (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a brown costume with the symbols of strength on his torso. His black hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. 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 knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Greedy, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 2700 sp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Melee. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.

Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and wears dull white sweaters, loose pastel pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed shortbow, just in case. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Everard was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Logical, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: French accent

Possessions: Just what you see.