Description: He usually wears his brown robe and has his mace always slung over his shoulder. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Miner who has hired him part-time. 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, Tharivol is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father 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 has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: He's in love; and he's attracted to the pc

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Rich. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His hair is silver and curly. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep green.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aelar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Fighting, Pacifist, Philantrophist. Bonds: Poor, Mentor. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 3000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp).

Description: This man is well dressed, constantly wearing a blue suit, tan shirt, and green tie. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized aquamarine on his left hand. His blonde hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He has amber eyes and a blue hat with a tan feather.

Personality: He hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. A true patriot, Rolen would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. 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 built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and wants to raise his children well

Bonds: Rich, Enemies, Military, Nature, Family. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 1000 pp. 1 Medium magic item.