Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'2" and wears suspenders and blue workpants. His shirt is yellow, and he wears a heavy blue leather apron most of the time. His black hair and beard is wavy and long. He has green eyes.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature rapier.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 700 pp. Rich purple corundum (1000 gp). Jet (110 gp). White opal (1000 gp). Banded agate (8 gp). Onyx (30 gp). Jade (110 gp). Malachite (8 gp). Alexandrite (1500 gp).

Description: He sports white clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. He carries with him a set of warhammers on his belt, each one with a jet on the hilt. He keeps his long chestnut hair kept up in a rat tail. His green eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

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. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. He became part of the deadliest team of assassins in recent memory. A botched job caused the group to be disbanded. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Criminal record. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 300 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (600 gp). Gold music box (1000 gp). A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (50 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This fat eastern man has a bulbous nose and has a large yellow mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his violet robe. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He hates drow. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. 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, Naal is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and many drow want him driven away

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Mentor. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: A small bag of saffron. (50 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears professional attire. His red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is obsessed with his god.

History: Born to a Architect, his father struggled to pay the bills. Soveliss was orphaned to a temple shortly after his birth. He was raised by the temple staff to care always for others above himself and to hold his god always in his heart. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

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

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Religious. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 100 pp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1100 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1900 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1600 gp).

Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His hair, while still mostly silver, has prominent grey streaks. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He comes from a rich western family. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is greedy

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: Just what you see.