Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears a pastel armored body suit, with a simple black line shooting up and back down. His long blonde hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He has green eyes.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is an amazing painter.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He was granted psionic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Athletic, Gifted. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: 900 pp. Rock crystal (40 gp). Rich purple corundum (1000 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). Zircon (40 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Aquamarine (200 gp). Black pearl (200 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). Silver pearl (130 gp). Chrysoberyl (130 gp). Chrysoberyl (130 gp).

Description: 4'7" and muscular, this northern man is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft yellow waves gently in the breeze. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. His amber eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Laucian 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. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Sold as a small child to a brothel owner, Laucian was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His childhood dream was to be a Spy, but he was a colossal failure. He's also a talented Spy, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Bonds: Rich, Job, Mentor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: Carnelian (70 gp). Amethyst (160 gp). Obsidian (13 gp). Blue sapphire (1400 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears bulky white painted plate armor. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his pickaxe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His auburn hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a card scrunchie. He has several tiny opal earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. 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: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Racist, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 400 gp. Carnelian (20 gp). Freshwater pearl (9 gp). Eye agate (9 gp). Blue quartz (9 gp).

Description: He tends to wear a yellow poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: Born in the west to a Shoemaker, Galinndan learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and a rival would like him out of the picture

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Criminal record, Has a crush. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 2000 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. 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 black hair is greasy and uncared for. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born to a Cartwright, his father struggled to pay the bills. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He bought a whip and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Religious, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1000 gp.