Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He carries with him a set of daggers, each one with a amber on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. With bright red hair and a scraggly beard. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. His father took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 4000 gp. Zircon (20 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp). Moss agate (15 gp).

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a green Stetson hat and green clothes. His hair is cut close to his head. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Tharivol grew up listening to his father's many stories. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: 4'10" and muscular, this southern man wears dull tan sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed crossbow, just in case. His hair is chestnut and curly. His ears are large.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 44. 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. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Tanner business.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. 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 was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 1000 gp. Chalcedony (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.