Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many tan ritualistic tattoos. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has a very tight haircut. He is baby faced.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. In his youth he was a Animal Trainer, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, PTSD. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 600 gp. Brown-green garnet (90 gp). Deep green spinel (90 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he likes to wear green tank tops with red pants. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he is content

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1300 gp. Amber (40 gp). Fire opal (1400 gp).

Description: This malnourished man typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull brown iron scale mail. He has no hair. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Rolen hails from a village terrorized by drow. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Shipwright hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 120 pp.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His silver hair is unkempt and raggedy. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: Thamior was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Marshal hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He wears his golden hair down. His skin is flawless and his blue eyes scan people very quickly.

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 is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the south. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. After a long history of fighting, Quarion and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 1400 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.