Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a tan small hat and tan clothes. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. This violet eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. A gifted student he started as a Barkeep, but he got bored and became a Dyer. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Dyer and was forced into it by his family; and a deep hatred of drow

Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Family. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 6000 sp.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears brown painted combat armor at almost all times. His hair is long and black with streaks of auburn, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is auburn, braided, and well cared for. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 14. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 600 gp. Hematite (14 gp). 5 Acid flasks. 5 Acid flasks.

Description: This late middle aged man wears a simple violet robe with black stripes complete with hood and is in decent physical shape. His hair is long and white with streaks of silver, and is pulled back with small violet clips. His beard is silver, braided, and well cared for. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Born in the south to a Bricklayer, Laucian learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Being born in the south, 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 south 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 west. Recently the stress of being a Bricklayer has made it difficult for him to sleep.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears brown painted combat armor at almost all times. His white hair and beard is wavy and long. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He has all his life been fascinated with writing.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. His hazel eyes peer out from beneath his feathered pastel hat.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Lamlis isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Lamlis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Religious, Immigrant. Occupation: Servant

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 800 gp. Star ruby (1500 gp). Golden pearl (160 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp). Silver pearl (160 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). Rhodochrosite (15 gp).