Description: A stocky darker skinned man, he wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with red colored cloaks and clothing. He has wavy black hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Sellsword. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He tends to his Sellsword job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He is content; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Military, Slave. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 200 pp. Carnelian (70 gp). Rock crystal (70 gp). Sard (70 gp). Brown-green garnet (160 gp). Jade (160 gp). Lapis lazuli (14 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). Blue quartz (14 gp). Azurite (14 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: He was born in the west. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 300 pp. Jeweled electrum ring (2000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (2000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp).

Description: He wears a white vest and prefers brown and green shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His tied-back hair is brown. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. Thamior is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and his relatives are trying to arrange a marriage

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Family, Mentor, Enemies. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 200 pp. Jade (130 gp). Lapis lazuli (12 gp). 1 Minor magic item.