Description: This tall, slender man has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his white robe. He is bald on top and has large golden tufts of hair around his ears. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Body Guard born in the past three hundred years. 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, Adran is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born in the east to a Body Guard, Adran learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He's also a talented Roofer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 8000 sp. Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). Onyx (30 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears long strands of topaz and short tan dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He left for the east, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Lazy. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Crown-heir

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 360 pp. Star ruby (1400 gp). Carnelian (60 gp). Rich purple corundum (1400 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp). Banded agate (16 gp). White pearl (150 gp). White opal (1400 gp).

Description: He is lean but muscular and dresses like a well dressed Sellsword does. His red hair is knotted and matted. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Sellsword. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his writing with anyone who is interested.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Sellsword for the past few years.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Sellsword responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Job, Family, Mentor. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a fancy tan suit. He is portly but not overly obese. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature kukri.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 320 pp. Banded agate (8 gp). Blue star sapphire (1100 gp). Blue quartz (8 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Apothecary. He is bald on top and has large red tufts of hair around his ears. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 41. 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 has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Rolen lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

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

Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Insane, Fearful, Depressed. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 900 gp.