Description: This man very much looks the part of a Healer, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He is bald on top and has large auburn tufts of hair around his ears. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Lamlis hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his singing career. He uses divination through singing.

History: Born in the south to a Healer, Lamlis learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has never given up on his singing dream.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Healer responsibilities is difficult; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 16000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (500 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (100 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2400 gp). A delicate brass dragon egg (10 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears blue robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hand crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his warhammer, and he perpetually has his warhammer ready. His chestnut hair is braided into rings. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is overprotective of those who hire his services. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. 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 has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Guardian, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 8000 gp. A small bag of saffron. (50 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1500 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (5000 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He wears his auburn hair up. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 600 gp. Solid gold idol (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest, and he perpetually has his sai ready. His hair is long and red with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: Born in the west to a Spice Merchant, Erevan learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He worked as a nervous Spice Merchant and found it very stressful. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Erevan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a brewer again

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 500 gp. Lapis lazuli (8 gp). Moonstone (70 gp).

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He is portly but not overly obese. His hair is short and chestnut. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 2000 gp. Banded agate (7 gp). Rich purple corundum (400 gp). Alexandrite (1100 gp). Coral (50 gp). Smoky quartz (60 gp). Zircon (60 gp). Deep green spinel (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.