Description: He is typically in his Glassblower uniform. His black hair is matted, messy, and big. His brown unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Eiravel was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His childhood dream was to be a Spy, but he was a colossal failure. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 7 years.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to be a spy again

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Slave. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Silver ewer (10 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (70 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (1000 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many black ritualistic tattoos. He wears dull green sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed sickle, just in case. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. 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 his family was never financially stable. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. 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: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

Ideals: Persistence, Impeccable. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 1000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (500 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a tight fitting blue shirt and pants. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Miner arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His arcane abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He was granted arcane powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Disciplined, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 3000 gp. Chalcedony (20 gp).