Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his tan robe. His blonde hair is unkempt and raggedy. He is baby faced.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Miner hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Religious. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 4000 gp. Rose (40 gp). Black opal (400 gp). Silver pearl (40 gp). Fire opal (400 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). Hematite (7 gp). Lapis lazuli (7 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. His black hair, when down, is lengthy. His violet eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. The war was a terrible time for him, and Dayereth does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. 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: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Military, Mentor. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (90 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (90 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (400 gp).

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking southern young adult. He wears a worn and beaten armor. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. With a patchy auburn beard and wild auburn hair. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing poetry.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. In his 12th year, his parents were killed by a orcs raid, leaving Fivin alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to orcs demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Disciplined, Artistic. Bonds: Slave, Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 4000 gp. Large well-done wool tapestry (500 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.