Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He prefers to wear tan clothing when he does not wear armor, marred by beers. His hair is golden and curly. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He uses divination through singing.

History: A powerful slaver made him what he is. Ostracized due to the necromantic 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. He was granted necromantic powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister

Ideals: Justice, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a trident, but if one is not available he will default to his club. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His brown eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He takes great joy in being the best Dilettante in town.

History: Born in the east to a Dilettante, Laucian learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He worked as a nervous Dilettante and found it very stressful. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: Expand his business; and further expansion of business

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Job, In love. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 16000 sp. Finely wrought small gold bracelet (50 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Solid gold idol (200 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (100 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His chestnut hair and beard is wavy and long. 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 happy with his job as a Fletcher. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Born in the north to a Fletcher, Tharivol learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Fletcher for hire.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Slave, Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 1000 gp. Cloth of gold vestments (110 gp). 1 Medium magic item.