Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat, marred by teas. He has done his best to style his golden hair to look like a famous performer. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He can't help but pocket interesting objects he comes across

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Mercenary. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Mercenary.

Motivation: To be a Interpreter again; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 900 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A 4'11" southern man, he wears an entirely pastel suit with grey socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His golden hair is thinning but still full. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He is a great chef.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Uthemar grew up listening to his father's many stories. His childhood dream was to be a Cartwright, but he was a colossal failure. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Gifted, Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1900 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He has done his best to style his chestnut hair to look like a famous performer. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. 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, Aramil is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Aramil was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He became a Priest soon after.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to be a barrister again

Ideals: Disciplined, Justice, Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Job. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 1000 sp.

Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. He carries a battered axe and tarnished club as well. His hair is golden and very short. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Ruler and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 500 gp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty black coat over it. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

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 dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day; and he is a bit of a kleptomaniac

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Insane. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 1100 gp. Rhodochrosite (12 gp). Amber (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.