Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears yellow painted combat armor at almost all times. His tied-back hair is golden. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He is filled with cunning. He likes to feign weakness letting people think he is weak. He has all his life been fascinated with singing.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. 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: Wants to open a new tavern; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Secretive, Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1700 gp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep tan leather and dull red iron scale mail, and a wedding ring on his left hand. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His eyes are amber and catlike.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Weaver business.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. After coming to the age of reason, Thamior took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Persistence, Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: In love, Immigrant. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 1500 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he tends to wear a green poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His long blonde hair reaches down to his waist. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. 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, Thamior is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He now travels the world, in search of power and loot.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Gardener responsibilities is difficult; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Slave, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1200 gp. Banded agate (10 gp). Peridot (70 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Banded agate (10 gp). Jasper (70 gp). Iolite (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He prefers to wear flannel. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His red hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Eiravel was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Eiravel decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. After months of barely getting by, Eiravel managed to ambush a major caravan with a load of valuables. Instantly wealthy, he made his way to the capital under a new identity.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and he's repulsed by the pc

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich, Criminal record, Religious. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: French accent

Possessions: Fiery yellow corundum (1300 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp).

Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he dresses like a well dressed Miller does. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Miller. He tends to his Miller job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Attractive, Immigrant, Poor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 900 gp.