Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He has styled his red hair well, parting it to the left. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Dreali will drive conversation. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Dreali was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and many illithids want him driven away

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Enemies, Immigrant, Slave. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 500 gp. Sard (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This fat eastern man has a bulbous nose and has a large green mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his brown robe. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

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 always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Mayor business.

History: His father raised him in a mountain cabin. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the east were limited. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 120 pp. Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Banded agate (14 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a blue tunic with black highlights, and long white pants that bunch up around his shoes. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Bowyer. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. A freak accident while working with his Barrister father left him crippled. He has worked as a Bowyer like his father before him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Job, In love, Rich. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 4000 gp. Carnelian (70 gp). Alexandrite (200 gp). Onyx (70 gp).

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He is an epitome of beauty. He has done his best to style his white hair to look like a famous performer. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

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. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing painting.

History: Berrian hails from a village terrorized by drow. He worked as a nervous Sellsword and found it very stressful. 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 has passion for adventuring and risk; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 170 pp. Onyx (50 gp).

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep brown leather and dull red iron scale mail. His red hair is lengthy. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Architect hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. After a long history of fighting, Galinndan and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Poor, Religious. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 1400 gp. Jeweled electrum ring (4000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (900 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1500 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp).