Description: He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'7" when asserting himself. His long auburn hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 55. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was born into a rich family. Through the years after Efferil was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the north. Efferil's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Ideals: Artistic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane, Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. He has done his best to style his red hair to look like a famous performer. This violet eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He pushes his goals aggressively. He is also a coward if confronted.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. Ostracized due to the arcane powers of his oldest sister, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Gifted, Persistence. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 4000 sp. Solid gold idol (600 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1000 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (170 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2700 gp). Jeweled anklet (4000 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a man of bearing and well nourished. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes dire rats are coming to abduct people. He is vehemently anti-magic. All of it is evil and corrupting in his opinion.

History: Born in the north to a Gardener, Berrian learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His mother took him hunting and taught him how to get in the mind of other creatures. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Gardener responsibilities is difficult; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Opinionated. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Job, Nature. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 4000 gp. Aquamarine (600 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp). Hematite (7 gp). Red garnet (60 gp). Peridot (60 gp). Freshwater pearl (7 gp). Azurite (7 gp). 1 Medium magic item.