Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His white leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. His head has been shaved. His eyes are likewise amber. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He is a Marshal first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. 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: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Marshal. 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 being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and balancing his hectic life and new marshal responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 1000 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (160 gp). Old masterpiece painting (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a skull scrunchie. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. 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, Efferil is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the west to a Engraver, Efferil learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. Through the years after Efferil was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Efferil's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Expand his business.

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Justice. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with green lining and desert motifs. Sporting a brown mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His ears are large.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Uthemar was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and an old rival family wants him found

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Family, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 1600 gp.

Description: He wears just a blue suit. He carries with him a set of nunchakus on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. His red hair is still thick. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Berrian was raised in a hard working conservative environment. A freak accident while working with his Sellsword father left him crippled. He tends to his Spy job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job.

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Flaws: Fearful, Disease. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 280 pp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized blue coat. His blonde hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. Through the years after Quarion was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Quarion's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. 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's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Guardian. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.