Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His tied-back hair is silver. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He guards a vault combo very seriously as well as the key needed to open it.

Motivation: Regain custody of his daughter; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Flaws: Insomniac, Secretive. Bonds: Family, Rich, Slave. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 4000 gp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (150 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1200 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (150 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a brown vest and prefers pastel and green shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He keeps his white hair in a flapper bob. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. He is an amazing painter.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. When Eiravel reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. After a long history of fighting, Eiravel and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 1000 gp. Moonstone (50 gp). Sard (50 gp). Obsidian (9 gp). Hematite (9 gp). White pearl (60 gp). Hematite (9 gp).

Description: He dresses like a well dressed Spice Merchant does. He carries with him a set of scimitars, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Spice Merchant. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. Being born in the west, 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 west 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 gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and marry his brother to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Job, Has a crush, Military, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 2000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp).