Description: This malnourished man wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his falchion with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His silver hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He is obsessed with his god.

History: A powerful brothel owner made him what he is. His father was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his father was legitimate. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and to end his boredom

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Religious, Mentor, Slave. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (60 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (600 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (600 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing tan cape and mantle trimmed with soft brown waves gently in the breeze. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his shield, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Adran will drive conversation. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Born in the south to a Soapmaker, Adran learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. 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. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Expand his business; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Extrovert, Fighting. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 4000 gp. Violet garnet (900 gp). Golden pearl (90 gp). Carnelian (30 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp). Azurite (16 gp). Rock crystal (30 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears baggy tan pantaloons and a brown scarf. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. He keeps his silver hair in a flapper bob. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: Thamior was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. Thamior was born on a far northern mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Map Maker. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Slave, Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 1 Medium magic item.