Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He wears dull blue sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed club, just in case. He has a long white beard with little hanging trinkets. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. The war was a terrible time for him, and Caeldrim does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 10000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears tattered old clothes. He has dyed his greying white hair a little too much giving a sharp white color. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Thamior was raised in a hard working conservative environment. He helped his mother out around the business and became quite the natural. He's also a talented Laborer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Herbalist responsibilities is difficult; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 700 gp. Obsidian (11 gp). Sard (70 gp). Freshwater pearl (11 gp).

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. His long white hair reaches down to his waist. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

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. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Berrian is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Gifted from a young age, Berrian studied abroad. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Selfish. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 900 gp.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he likes to wear brown tank tops with white pants. He has dyed his greying auburn hair a little too much giving a sharp auburn color. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way south. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Family. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Uses sign language

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

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is dressed in a clean grey cloak covering his clean studded leather. His red hair is cut short. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Born to a Map Maker, his father struggled to pay the bills. 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. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Professionalism, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Poor. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: A roughly beaten golden orb (160 gp). Solid gold idol (900 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp).