Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat, marred by teas. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. His violet eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Efferil is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. Efferil enjoys physical pleasures, and is well known for his love of warm baths in the hot springs near the town.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Efferil took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. After a long history of fighting, Efferil and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist, Antagonistic. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 400 gp. Smoky quartz (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has no hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

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 has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Mundane, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 600 pp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1300 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (40 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (40 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (50 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (300 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (40 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1300 gp).

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. He sports a flattop hair cut. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Suhnae was born with his father's beautiful face. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Scribe for the past few years.

Motivation: Marry his sister to traveling adventurers.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 60000 cp.

Description: This slender man stands about 4'9". He wears light armors faded through time and improper care. His head has been shaved. His ears are large.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He uses divination through singing.

History: Caeldrim hails from a village terrorized by giants. His parents were killed by giants in a raid when he was still a young child. The giants captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Blacksmith they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Gardener, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Enemies. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 300 gp.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears skinny pants and wears a tan and yellow robe with the hood down. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Mundane, PTSD. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: Just what you see.