Description: He wears dull tan sweaters, loose yellow pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed lance, just in case. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He has blonde hair. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: He exudes charisma. He is a tour de force of persuasion. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Ahvain was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Spy and was forced into it by his family.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich, Attractive, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 60000 cp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears long strands of ruby and short white dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. He carries a battered sickle and tarnished rapier as well. With a patchy auburn beard and wild auburn hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Glassblower arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Fighting, Disciplined, Logical. Bonds: Rich, Attractive. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 600 pp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (180 gp). A pair of blacksmith’s puzzle; each has a pair of interlocked iron designs that users try to take apart and put back together (20 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (20 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (900 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Solid gold idol (500 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1000 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (20 gp). A delicate brass dragon egg (20 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1000 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (500 gp).

Description: He wears long strands of jet and short black dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'8" when asserting himself. With bright auburn hair and a scraggly beard. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. 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, Galinndan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Galinndan took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 1300 gp. Blue quartz (5 gp). Red garnet (130 gp). Chrysoprase (50 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1300 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Eye agate (5 gp). Carnelian (50 gp).

Description: He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He keeps his golden hair in a pixie cut. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. 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: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Peren liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Sard (70 gp). Iolite (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears black painted combat armor at almost all times. He has a long black beard with little hanging trinkets. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady amber eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 67. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the south. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 5000 gp. Carnelian (20 gp). Carnelian (20 gp). Emerald (1600 gp). Smoky quartz (20 gp). Eye agate (7 gp). Onyx (20 gp). Amethyst (120 gp). Onyx (20 gp). Obsidian (7 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Rhodochrosite (7 gp).