Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he usually wears his white robe and has his mace always slung over his shoulder. His golden hair is thinning but still full. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. 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. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and regain custody of his son

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Religious, Poor, Family. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many brown ritualistic tattoos. He dresses well, wearing black shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His hair is cut close to his head. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. 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: Born to a pair of adventurers, Arannis grew up listening to his mother's many stories. 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 has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 6000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (70 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (300 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (70 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1700 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (400 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (70 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a tan vest and prefers violet and green shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He is portly but not overly obese. His hair is silver and curly. His eyes are gray.

Personality: Koeth hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the west. Like his mother and his brother before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Mason. He tends to his Mason job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: To be a Fisher again; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Secretive. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 4000 gp.