Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'5" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He tends to wear a large white jacket. With a patchy black beard and wild black hair. He has hazel eyes.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Quarion reached his early adolescence his Elf mother 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. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Philantrophist, Logical. Bonds: Military, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 2000 gp. Aquamarine (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He hates dire rats. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Ahvain hails from a village terrorized by dire rats. A gifted student he started as a Mortician, but he got bored and became a Detective. Recently the stress of being a Detective has made it difficult for him to sleep.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to get a good night's sleep

Flaws: Hedonist, Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Job. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 3000 gp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (30 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (30 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (30 gp).

Description: He wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a pastel coat, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'2" when asserting himself. His golden hair is unkempt and raggedy. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Soapmaker. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He tends to his Soapmaker job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Nature. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.