Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, and carries sickles. He keeps his auburn hair in a pixie cut. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: Efferil was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and elven compassion

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur, Persistence. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 80 pp.

Description: He wears a brown shirt with thin grey vertical stripes and white pants, and he perpetually has his rapier ready. He sports a flattop hair cut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. 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: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. 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: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate, Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: In love. Occupation: Server

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 2100 gp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2300 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is renowned for his bright yellow suits and hats. With a patchy blonde beard and wild blonde hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. A true patriot, Fivin would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. When Fivin reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. 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. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his sai, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. His brown eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Unemployed profession.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. A gifted student he started as a Unemployed, but he got bored and became a Locksmith. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and money/treasure

Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Rich. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 500 pp. Hematite (16 gp). Amber (140 gp). Tourmaline (140 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (16 gp). Blue diamond (3000 gp). Alexandrite (1000 gp). Black pearl (1000 gp). Iolite (30 gp). Freshwater pearl (16 gp). Iolite (30 gp). Pink pearl (140 gp). White opal (1300 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (16 gp). Sard (30 gp). Golden pearl (140 gp). Obsidian (16 gp). Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). Silver pearl (140 gp). Black star sapphire (1300 gp). Blue sapphire (1300 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is typically in his Soapmaker uniform. His auburn hair is thinning but still full. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Thervan embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered painting. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and balancing his hectic life and new soapmaker responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 800 gp.