Description: He dresses well, wearing white shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. He carries with him a set of shortspears on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. He has wavy red hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of dire rats once and for all.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Beiro was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Beiro took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortspear and armor he uses now. He bought a shortspear and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: A deep hatred of dire rats; and many dire rats want him driven away

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Enemies, Mentor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 4000 gp. Azurite (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a worn and beaten armor. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is very protective of his business, his home, and his spouse. He is willing to work with less than legal methods but maintains the front of legitimacy.

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His psionic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. Being a Dilettante kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Shy. Bonds: Criminal record. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Glassblower born in the past three hundred years. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Thervan lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Glassblower hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He's also a talented Sellsword, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and doesn't want to be a glassblower and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer, Family, Criminal record. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 1400 pp. Star ruby (1300 gp). Red-brown spinel (130 gp). Rock crystal (80 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). Red spinel (130 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is wearing a long, green, dusty cloak. His red hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His skin is flawless and his amber eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. 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 then took over the family business and is one of the better Seamstress for hire.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and balancing his hectic life and new seamstress responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Philantrophist, Joker. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Job. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 900 gp. Blue quartz (9 gp). Rhodochrosite (9 gp). Rich purple corundum (800 gp). Chrysoberyl (160 gp). Tourmaline (160 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears tattered old clothes. He keeps his blonde hair in a pixie cut. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was born in the north. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Emotional. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 800 gp.