Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears a tan cloak and cross-gartered grey stockings. His auburn hair is braided into rings. His hazel eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 56. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Hadarai is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Hadarai liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. Banded agate (12 gp). Onyx (30 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). Freshwater pearl (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and to protect his home

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Family, Guardian. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 400 pp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (4000 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1200 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (500 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (500 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (90 gp).

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a ceremonial dagger, but if one is not available he will default to his bastard sword. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: A deeply religious man he believes everything happens for a reason. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Fearful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Religious. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.