Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He keeps his blonde hair in a pixie cut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a man who does what he needs to. He will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born in the west to a Sailor, Efferil learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

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

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac, Addict. Bonds: Criminal record, Job. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 1100 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a simple blue robe with brown stripes complete with hood. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy white hair. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He is a Slaad in disguise. He always admired arcane-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. 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: He desires power and/or immortality.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Sensitive, Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 140 pp.

Description: This fat eastern man has a bulbous nose and wears a brown shirt with thin violet vertical stripes and black pants. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His hair is long and blonde with streaks of brown, and is pulled back with small brown clips. His beard is brown, braided, and well cared for. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

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 passes on several rewards to people in need. He makes a point to leave places better than he found them.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Erevan took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up lance and armor he uses now. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the east.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Religious. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 170 pp.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a tan tunic with green highlights, and long black pants that bunch up around his shoes. He has a white handlebar mustache and slicked back white hair. His green eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Armorer. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Insane, Lazy. Bonds: Poor, Job, Criminal record. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 1600 gp. Alexandrite (300 gp). White opal (1400 gp). Sard (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man wears a grey tunic with green highlights, and long white pants that bunch up around his shoes and is in decent physical shape. His white hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Barkeep work with an outfit from a few towns over. Barkeep work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and retire the richest man in the south

Ideals: Professionalism, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Job. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.