Description: With grey face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he wears long strands of jet and short grey dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He has moderate length black hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Server business.

History: Erevan was born the youngest of three triplets. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Server work with an outfit from a few towns over. Server work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Family, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 200 gp. Brown-green garnet (100 gp). Citrine (30 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp). Black pearl (200 gp).

Description: He has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his grey robe, and he perpetually has his pickaxe ready. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. He has gleaming, smiling gray eyes.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with dancing. He constantly tries to fill his life with dancing. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Berrian fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Logical. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 5000 gp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (150 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (150 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (60 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (150 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (150 gp).

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His blonde hair is still thick. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Bowyer business.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Bowyer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He's in love; and to settle down with his crush

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 600 gp. Azurite (13 gp).

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is wearing a long, green, dusty cloak. His red hair is thinning but still full. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born in the east to a Spice Merchant, Immeral learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he seems to be bored by most things

Flaws: Racist, Secretive, Mundane. Bonds: Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 400 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.