Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, marred by sweets. He keeps his black hair in a pixie cut. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He always admired martial-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Professionalism, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 300 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is renowned for his bright yellow suits and hats. With a patchy blonde beard and wild blonde hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He will use flattery and sarcasm to attack and weaken his opponents. Despite his formidable combat skills he remains a coward. A true patriot, Fivin would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. When Fivin reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 100 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left leg, he wears a robe, a symbol of the four houses of cards around his neck, and a bastard sword on his belt. His moppish black hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His green eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Job, Religious. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

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

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a blue vest and prefers brown and black shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His hair is white and curly. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a Apothecary first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 9 years.

Motivation: To be a Adventurer again; and he is greedy

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Rich, Military. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

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

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has auburn hair. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Born to a Locksmith, his father struggled to pay the bills. When Erevan reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Erevan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Mundane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Military, Religious. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 900 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (6000 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (700 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp).