Description: He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He has styled his brown hair well, parting it to the left. His green eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: Ahvain hails from a village terrorized by drow. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Ahvain took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up crossbow and armor he uses now. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Ploughman for the past few years.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Ploughman

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 500 gp. Silver pearl (40 gp). Peridot (60 gp). Coral (40 gp). Amber (40 gp). Carnelian (60 gp). Jasper (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with brown lining and desert motifs. His hair is black and very short. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. 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: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by orcs, and he desires to right it; and many orcs want him driven away

Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Enemies. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 800 gp.

Description: This eastern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. After a long history of fighting, Gennal and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's in love; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Has a crush, Rich. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 2000 gp. Sard (30 gp). Silver pearl (140 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp). Jade (140 gp). Eye agate (5 gp). Rich purple corundum (1200 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). White opal (1200 gp). White pearl (140 gp). Sard (30 gp). Jade (140 gp). Blue quartz (5 gp). Sardonyx (30 gp). Azurite (5 gp). Pink diamond (3000 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp). Hematite (5 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears grey trousers with black and tan striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. His white hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His parents died when he was young, and he was unceremoniously dumped in the city orphanage. Himo grew up in the orphanage, tormented by the older kids and famished from lack of food. To avoid death by starvation, most orphans take to a life of crime or prostitution (often both), and so did Himo. Being a Dilettante kept his interest for a while, but then he became depressed and bored. So he turned to a secret life of crime, taking increasingly more risks and challenges.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking eastern male in his early mid-life. He likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather. He keeps his blonde hair in a flapper bob. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and money/treasure

Flaws: Shy, Hedonist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. Citrine (30 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). Moonstone (30 gp). Bloodstone (30 gp).