Description: He is renowned for his bright white suits and hats. His golden hair is lengthy. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Thervan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. After coming to the age of reason, Thervan took it upon himself to study the divine arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Justice, Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 1200 gp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1400 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he is typically in his Mortician uniform. His white hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Mortician hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He became a Mortician soon after.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to be a gardener again

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 40000 cp. Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). Banded agate (4 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). Star rose quartz (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man prefers to wear flannel and is in decent physical shape. He has dyed his greying red hair a little too much giving a sharp red color. His eyes are amber and beady.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. He lacks restraint and is impulsive. He jumps in and acts without thinking all too often.

History: Dreali lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. While he appears to be a normal Elf, 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Regain custody of his son.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Insane. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 200 gp. Deep blue spinel (1200 gp). Amber (40 gp). Tourmaline (40 gp). Rich purple corundum (700 gp).

Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose violet pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. With bright blonde hair and a scraggly beard. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: This man loves dancing and to teach people dancing more than just about anything. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Nim was born the youngest of three triplets. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Brewer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Spice Merchant they were divorced and he won custody of their daughter. He worked as a Brewer, and he later adopted a second daughter.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Family, Enemies. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (70 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1100 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1700 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his violet robe. Sporting a auburn mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Tharivol isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Junk Dealer arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Slave. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 60 pp. Citrine (40 gp). Obsidian (4 gp).