Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears an entirely yellow suit with brown socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His silver hair is still thick. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Pacifist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 10000 gp. Red-brown spinel (160 gp). Fire opal (1400 gp). Eye agate (13 gp). Black pearl (1500 gp). Rhodochrosite (13 gp). Obsidian (13 gp). Emerald (1400 gp). Jet (160 gp). Peridot (40 gp). Tourmaline (160 gp). Brown-green garnet (160 gp). Violet garnet (1500 gp). Red-brown spinel (160 gp). Red spinel (160 gp). Star rose quartz (40 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1500 gp). Moss agate (13 gp). Blue sapphire (1400 gp). Aquamarine (1500 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1500 gp).

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. This gray eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He hates Elves with a passion. As such he is filled with self loathing. He is ready at a moment's notice to give into his darker urges. He is a real pyromaniac and does not care who the fire hurts. He often ends up burning people alive in the fires he starts.

History: Theriatis was born the youngest of three triplets. He moved out east to avoid the crime he committed. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: A rival would like him out of the picture; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Flaws: Racist, Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Criminal record, Family. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 200 pp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He tends to wear a large pastel jacket. His blonde hair is braided into rings. His green unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He works hard and plays hard.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Disease, Racist, Hedonist. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Server

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 200 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a red vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his red boots flare out at the collars, and is pretty ugly. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. 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: Born to a pair of adventurers, Fivin grew up listening to his father's many stories. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Farmer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has dedicated himself to building a better village for his children.

Motivation: To be a Weaver again; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Job. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 5000 gp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2100 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (90 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (500 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (2000 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (150 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (150 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (90 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1000 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (150 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a hand crossbow on his belt. He sports a long auburn beard, and similarly colored long hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He got into the Merchant business at a young age. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Nature. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: Just what you see.