Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shortspear with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He carries with him a set of shortspears, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. With bright white hair and a scraggly beard. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was born into a rich family. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 4000 gp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (30 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (30 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, 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 chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His hazel unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. 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. Dayereth took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up trident and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and many goblins want him driven away

Flaws: Disease, Shy, Selfish. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 1000 gp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2400 gp).

Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a pastel shirt with thin brown vertical stripes and green pants. His chestnut hair is lengthy. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

History: A powerful wizard made him what he is. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful, PTSD. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.