Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He wears his red hair down. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is a font of random trivia from the lore and stories he has discovered

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Thamior was born on a far northern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Locksmith. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To unite with his brother; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Opinionated, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: French accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Carnelian (40 gp). Peridot (40 gp). Black opal (1600 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp). Peridot (40 gp).

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He dresses like a well dressed Fletcher does. His hair, while still mostly auburn, has prominent grey streaks. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. The war was a terrible time for him, and Carrie does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: He got into the Fletcher business at a young age. In his 11th year, his parents were killed by a brigands raid, leaving Carrie alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 3000 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (600 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (80 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (5000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a lot of dark rich colors, with gold accents. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length blonde hair. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Efferil is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Fletcher hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature club.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he is greedy

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Poor. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.