Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. His black hair is greasy and uncared for. He has a dull look in his green eyes.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Nutae embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Nutae was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nutae 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 will attempt to ambush and attack anyone he thinks he can take on alone and try to knock them out with non-lethal damage. if successful, he will try to sell them to his slave-trader contact

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a grey deerstalker hat and grey clothes. He is an epitome of beauty. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and money/treasure

Flaws: Shy, Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied southern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shield with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His brown hair is knotted and matted. His ears are large.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Thervan took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 800 pp. Carved bone or ivory statuette (60 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1400 gp). Gold music box (2000 gp). Jeweled anklet (2000 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (100 gp). Gold music box (2000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.