Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep green leather and dull brown iron scale mail. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: Thamior is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Thamior was born in the west. At a young age he loved to build and create. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 300 pp.

Description: He stands about 4'10" and wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his scimitar with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He has no hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Roofer. 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: 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 psionic powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1000 pp. Amber (160 gp). Rhodochrosite (16 gp). Jade (160 gp). Peridot (80 gp). Sard (80 gp). Pink pearl (160 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length red hair. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

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 however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Koeth grew up listening to his mother's many stories. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and he's in love

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 4000 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (300 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (60 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (60 gp). Carved bone or ivory statuette (80 gp). Gold music box (2000 gp).