Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his quarterstaff with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He wears his brown hair up. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Tharivol was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. Recently the stress of being a Miller has made it difficult for him to sleep.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Miller responsibilities is difficult; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Shy, Insomniac. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

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

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'11". He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress), and his gloved hand is found clutching a warhammer. His hair is blonde and curly. His eyes are hazel and beady.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 74. 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 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: A child with a great deal of poetry talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He was taken from his home at a very young age. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

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

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (100 gp). Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (120 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (300 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2800 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A moderately attractive man, he is dressed in a clean white cloak covering his clean studded leather. His red hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his small white hat.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: Eiravel hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother 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. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Eiravel was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: Many dire rats want him driven away; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 200 gp. Moss agate (15 gp). Rock crystal (30 gp).

Description: This light-skinned male is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He is tall, broad shouldered and powerfully built. His hair is cut close to his head. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, In love, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: Star rose quartz (50 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). Black pearl (400 gp).

Description: He wears a robe, a symbol of magic around his neck, and a pickaxe on his belt. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His golden hair is knotted and matted. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Mindartis hails from a village terrorized by goblins. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Mindartis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A deep hatred of goblins; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive, Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Attractive. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 250 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.