Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'2" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Heian grew up listening to his father's many stories. A gifted student he started as a Spice Merchant, but he got bored and became a Sage. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: To protect his home.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Guardian, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 3000 gp. Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). Hematite (10 gp). Black opal (900 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp). Carnelian (30 gp). Iolite (30 gp). Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Hematite (10 gp). Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp).

Description: He wears tattered old clothes, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'3" when asserting himself. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. Eiravel liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is content; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Italian accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. A delicate brass dragon egg (10 gp). Solid gold idol (400 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (400 gp).

Description: This western man is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His clothes are grease stained in places. His tied-back hair is silver. His blue eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Thamior speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when gnolls swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. Thamior was born on a far western mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Miller. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: A deep hatred of gnolls; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Opinionated. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: Eye agate (15 gp). Rock crystal (80 gp).