Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright brown and pastel, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the south. He was an apprentice working in his mother's forge. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others.

Flaws: Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He tends to be very friendly, and is drawn to music, the smells of food and wine, and out-door festivals.

History: He was born in the south. He worked as a nervous Sellsword and found it very stressful. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 3000 gp. A roughly beaten golden orb (30 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1800 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This southern man is dressed in an above average manner. His clothes are grease stained in places. His brown hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Born to a Barkeep, his mother struggled to pay the bills. Thervan 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. After a long history of fighting, Thervan and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: Silver ewer (80 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (2000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (400 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He prefers to wear brown pants and tee shirts. He is portly but not overly obese. He keeps his auburn hair in a flapper bob. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: In the realm of puns, he cannot help himself. He feels obliged to make them. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: The child of northern immigrants he idolized his mother. 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. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. If successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Immigrant. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 400 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'7" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a simple tan robe with pastel stripes complete with hood. With bright golden hair and a scraggly beard. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Rael grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). During his travels, Rael and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Rael discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Rael fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Mayor responsibilities is difficult; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Greedy, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.