Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'0" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He sports a long golden beard, and similarly colored long hair. This violet eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: When he was but 4 years old his parents immigrated from the west. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Raer never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and he's attracted to the pc

Flaws: Disease, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, In love, Has a crush. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (90 gp). Solid gold idol (600 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (100 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor, and he perpetually has his sai ready. He sports a flattop hair cut. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. 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: Born in the south to a Courier, Soveliss learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He worked as a nervous Courier and found it very stressful. He's also a talented Architect, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Courier responsibilities is difficult; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Fighting, Persistence, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 700 gp. Moonstone (70 gp).

Description: He very much looks the part of a Bookbinder, and he perpetually has his falchion ready. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are amber.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He got into the Bookbinder business at a young age. Hadarai liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: Expand his business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined. Bonds: Job, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Bookbinder

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1900 gp. Freshwater pearl (14 gp). Blue quartz (14 gp). Lapis lazuli (14 gp). Eye agate (14 gp). Freshwater pearl (14 gp). Hematite (14 gp). Rock crystal (20 gp).

Description: A 4'9" southern man, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His white hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. At a young age both his parents were killed in an accident. His uncle (a powerful person with enemies on both sides of the law) took him in and had him trained in basic self defense. 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 comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and seeks redemption

Flaws: Emotional, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1 Breastplate. 1 Chain shirt. 1 Full Plate.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy white stubble. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his sword with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has a hunchback. His white hair and beard is wavy and long. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. 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, Ahvain is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: A child with a great deal of painting talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. 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: He is content.

Ideals: Justice, Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 400 gp.