Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He is well dressed, constantly wearing a tan suit, black shirt, and white tie. He has red hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Beggar profession.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the north. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Efferil took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He has worked as a Healer like his father before him.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, Nature, In love. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 23000 sp. Alexandrite (300 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 middle-aged man, he dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a blue coat with violet slacks, and is pretty ugly. His golden hair is singed and shortened. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Himo hails from a village terrorized by giants. 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 taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many giants want him driven away.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Insane. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 300 pp. Aquamarine (1600 gp). Zircon (50 gp). Peridot (50 gp). White opal (700 gp). Hematite (4 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp). Amethyst (80 gp). Peridot (50 gp).

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

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 is frequently practicing swordplay.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 4000 gp. Red spinel (100 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Violet garnet (1600 gp).