Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He sports tan clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His hair is auburn and curly. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Herbalist arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the east; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic, Forgetful. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 4000 gp. Amber (40 gp). Moss agate (10 gp). Tourmaline (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is renowned for his bright brown suits and hats. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his greataxe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His red hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His eyes are blue and beady.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Riardon isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Beggar. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Beggar for the past few years.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Impeccable, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 400 pp. Amber (70 gp).

Description: His skin is bronze and flawless. He wears a violet coat over a blue low-cut shirt, and a small hat upon his head. He is an epitome of beauty. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his green eyes.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. The war was a terrible time for him, and Fivin does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. When Fivin reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and to prove his worth to the world

Flaws: Impulsive, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Slave. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). A small bag of saffron. (100 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (140 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2200 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2200 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (140 gp). 1 Medium magic item.