Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. With a patchy black beard and wild black hair. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing poetry.

History: Gifted from a young age, Thamior studied abroad. His parents enrolled him in a Wizard school at a young age so that he could practice his martial talents. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Mason. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: To end his boredom.

Ideals: Artistic, Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: Fiery yellow corundum (900 gp). Obsidian (6 gp). Chrysoberyl (120 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Amethyst (120 gp). Chrysoprase (20 gp). Sard (20 gp). Jacinth (3000 gp). Azurite (6 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears a blue shirt, with a red mid length shorts with red tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized amethyst on his right hand. He has a black handlebar mustache and slicked back black hair. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. 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 knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Joker, Logical. Flaws: Impulsive, Insane. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: Amber (40 gp). Deep blue spinel (1100 gp). Black opal (400 gp). Red spinel (40 gp). Red-brown spinel (40 gp). Eye agate (7 gp). Tourmaline (40 gp). Red garnet (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This northern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He wears just a violet suit. He has a very tight haircut. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Map Maker. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. His mother was supposedly a charlatan fortune teller, but he insists his mother was legitimate. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Military, Religious. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 2000 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1300 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.