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 wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His black hair is cut short. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Thamior hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Apothecary business.

History: Thamior was born the youngest of three triplets. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Artistic, Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 2000 gp. A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (10 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (50 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'8" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a white collared shirt and red pants. He accessorizes with a grey scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length chestnut hair. He has several tiny sapphire earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. A serious injury left his father unemployed and in need of constant care. His family became saddled with debt trying to care for his infirm father. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Ideals: Philantrophist, Professionalism, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Debt. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 300 pp. Iolite (50 gp). Deep green spinel (110 gp). White opal (1600 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). Sard (50 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Bloodstone (50 gp).

Description: He wears dull red sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed pickaxe, just in case. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His long red hair reaches down to his waist. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: The man has a huge range of feeling. He will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how he will be a better person from this day on. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Born to a Servant, his mother struggled to pay the bills. 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 then took over the family business and is one of the better Fortune-teller for hire.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Insane, Emotional, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 100 pp. Aquamarine (1300 gp). Banded agate (13 gp). Eye agate (13 gp).