Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with pastel colored cloaks and clothing, marred by beers. He has shaved his head bald. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born in the east to a Priest, Theriatis learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He became a Priest soon after.

Motivation: He has a crush on the local Junk Dealer; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Has a crush, Job, Military. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Black opal (1500 gp). Red garnet (100 gp). Onyx (20 gp). Bloodstone (20 gp). Rock crystal (20 gp). Blue quartz (5 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. His golden hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: This man loves dancing and to teach people dancing more than just about anything. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. 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. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Elven compassion.

Ideals: Artistic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears a fancy grey suit. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. His half smiles and brown eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Mindartis was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Fortune-teller work with an outfit from a few towns over. Fortune-teller work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Fortune-teller for the past few years.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Poor, Job, Religious. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 90 pp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with broad hat, and is pretty ugly. He has shaved his head bald. He is baby faced.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Hadarai fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 600 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he dresses in violet turtlenecks beneath a black coat with white slacks. He has moderate length white hair. His eyes are a pleasant blue.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Thervan was born the youngest of three triplets. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Flaws: Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 1500 gp. Fire opal (1000 gp). Deep blue spinel (1100 gp). Rhodochrosite (15 gp). Sard (30 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp). Red garnet (40 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp).