Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair is white and very short. 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 shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is underhanded and not above using his wealth and body to get others to do his bidding.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: His religion dominates his actions; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Actor

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 600 gp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2000 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (2000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He likes to wear tan tank tops with brown pants. He carries with him a set of clubs, each one with a opal on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He has a long white beard with little hanging trinkets. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Eiravel lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Bookbinder they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Merchant, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac, Racist. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 250 pp.

Description: This western man is abnormally tall. He has a large tan mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his black robe. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His hair is short and chestnut. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He takes his job very seriously, in part because he fears he cannot get a new one. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Varis was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Sorcerer, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Sorcerer in service of a powerful lord somewhere. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and to be a fortune-teller again

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Carter

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 1100 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 4'11" and muscular, this northern man wears a fancy violet suit. His moppish black hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing singing.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when illithids swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Naill was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: A deep hatred of illithids; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 900 gp. Blue quartz (4 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp). Freshwater pearl (4 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp).

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He uses divination through singing.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He has had some formal dancing training, and achieved minor success. He bought a shield and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Gifted, Artistic. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 400 pp. White opal (1000 gp). Smoky quartz (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.