Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft green waves gently in the breeze. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. He has shaved his head bald. His ears are large.

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 cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Korfel was born on a far southern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Spy. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 1400 gp. Chrysoberyl (120 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a large red mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his blue robe. He carries with him a set of crossbows on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. His green eyes peer out from beneath his top red hat.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was raised in a forest tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Vanuath took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up crossbow and armor he uses now. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of specialists.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive, Secretive. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1400 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a long, green cloak. He carries with him a set of sais, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His chestnut hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His blue eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and revenge

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Professionalism, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1000 gp. Alexandrite (600 gp). Chrysoberyl (60 gp). Jade (60 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His grey leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Philantrophist, Joker. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 200 gp. Obsidian (15 gp). Aquamarine (1300 gp).

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He has a long auburn beard with little hanging trinkets. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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 was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 4000 sp. Emerald (1000 gp). Chrysoberyl (110 gp). Moonstone (80 gp). Eye agate (14 gp).