Description: He is lean but muscular and wears well tailored suits and hats with beautiful decoration. He is almost always dressed for an outing in high society. He is bald on top and has large black tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are green and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Tharivol is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Tharivol was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Mentor. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 400 pp. Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (70 gp). Old masterpiece painting (800 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1300 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (300 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This tall, slender man wears a white coat over a blue low-cut shirt, and a feathered hat upon his head. His chestnut hair is matted, messy, and big. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. When Paelias 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 recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: He wants to get laid.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Military. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 200 pp. Fire opal (700 gp). Golden pearl (40 gp). Black pearl (600 gp). Hematite (8 gp). Tourmaline (40 gp). Golden pearl (40 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp). Citrine (40 gp). Lapis lazuli (8 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He usually wears his brown robe and has his bastard sword always slung over his shoulder. His auburn hair is thinning but still full. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when dire rats swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Revenge.

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Can't modulate volume

Possessions: 1000 gp.