Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'3" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His chestnut hair is still thick. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Junk Dealer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Junk Dealer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Galinndan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, In love. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 1900 gp.

Description: He very much looks the part of a Masseuse. He carries a battered quarterstaff and tarnished mace as well. He has no hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Varis speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 5 years.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His red hair is thinning but still full. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. A true patriot, Ahvain would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Ahvain grew up listening to his father's many stories. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Junk Dealer hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Shy, Depressed. Bonds: Military, Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 30 pp. Moss agate (6 gp). Sard (20 gp). Rose (20 gp).

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He wears a wide-brimmed hat to cover his moderate length chestnut hair. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. 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. Aramil took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up rapier and armor he uses now. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and retire the richest man in the north

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Racist, Selfish. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 200 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears baggy violet pantaloons and a black scarf, and he perpetually has his quarterstaff ready. His hair is cut close to his head. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. He was taken from his home at a very young age. Recently he has begun working with bootleggers and crooks.

Motivation: He is being blackmailed/forced/etc and this influences his actions.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Terse. Bonds: Criminal record, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 7000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.