Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears dull red sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed greataxe, just in case. His hair is blonde and very short. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Efferil was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way west. Due to his spouse's obsession with being a Bricklayer they were divorced and he won custody of their son. He worked as a Miner, and he later adopted a second son.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 400 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp). A small bag of saffron. (50 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 4'11", this man wears an entirely brown suit with red socks and a vest with buckled shoes. With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: He was born in a small mountains village. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Sage work with an outfit from a few towns over. Sage 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 Sage for the past few years.

Motivation: To unite with his sister; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Nature, Job, Family. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 15000 sp. Violet garnet (800 gp). Blue sapphire (1300 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Carnelian (60 gp). Red spinel (150 gp). Blue quartz (6 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 4'10" and lanky with angular features, he is an attractive figure. He wears baggy brown pantaloons and a black scarf. His long auburn hair reaches down to his waist. His half smiles and brown eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

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. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Thervan grew up listening to his father's many stories. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has dedicated himself to building a better village for his children.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 1800 gp. Alexandrite (900 gp). Red spinel (90 gp). Iolite (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears baggy brown pantaloons and a tan scarf. He carries a battered dagger and tarnished crossbow as well. He keeps his long red hair kept up in a rat tail. His gray unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Fivin 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 dropped out of school before completing his studies. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Logical. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 900 gp. White pearl (120 gp). Red garnet (120 gp). Zircon (70 gp). Banded agate (15 gp). Aquamarine (500 gp). Tourmaline (120 gp). Deep blue spinel (500 gp). Aquamarine (500 gp). Red spinel (120 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears dark leathers with embroidery. His silver hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is irritable and easily angered. He is a bit of a bully and is not afraid to use his stature and powers to intimidate and hurt. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. In his 15th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 240 pp.