Description: He wears suspenders and blue workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy blue leather apron most of the time. He has a very tight haircut. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Calm and collected, he is a well trained Locksmith. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born in the west to a Locksmith, Riardon learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Riardon took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up crossbow and armor he uses now. He has recently attracted an admirer that believes he's playing hard to get.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor; and his religion dominates his actions

Bonds: Job, Enemies, Nature, Has a crush, Religious. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 3000 gp. Rock crystal (20 gp). Sardonyx (20 gp). Rhodochrosite (8 gp). Sard (20 gp). Black pearl (700 gp). Hematite (8 gp). Golden yellow topaz (700 gp). Rhodochrosite (8 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His hair is blonde and very short. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Locksmith business.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. 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's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Persistence, Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic, PTSD. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (800 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (3000 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (40 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (100 gp). Gold music box (1000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (100 gp). Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he very much looks the part of a Jeweler. His blonde hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Jeweler.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and sabotage a competitor

Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Has a crush. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 32000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.