Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears suspenders and blue workpants. His shirt is grey, and he wears a heavy blue leather apron most of the time. His auburn hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His hazel eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. 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, Riardon is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Spice Merchant business at a young age. Riardon 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. Riardon decided he wanted neither the life of his father 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 then took over the family business and is one of the better Spice Merchant for hire.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions

Ideals: Justice, Optimist. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 6000 sp.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He has wavy silver hair. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when drow swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. In his 10th year, his parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Mindartis alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by drow. Mindartis was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the drow.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This malnourished man is dressed in an above average manner. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the right. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He has all his life been fascinated with dancing.

History: Born to a Brewer, his mother struggled to pay the bills. A gifted student he started as a Brewer, but he got bored and became a Spice Merchant. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 1000 gp. White opal (1300 gp). Iolite (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He usually wears his red robe and has his hand crossbow always slung over his shoulder. His white hair is heavily combed to the right. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of giants may trigger it at times.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Ahvain was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the east. Ahvain's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He wants revenge against giants; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Selfish, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2400 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'9". He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society, and his gloved hand is found clutching a glaive. His red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. 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. A true patriot, Lamlis would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Lamlis was born with his mother's beautiful face. When Lamlis reached his early adolescence his Elf mother 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. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Military. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 600 gp.