Description: He prefers to wear white clothing when he does not wear armor, and he perpetually has his flail ready. His tied-back hair is silver. His green eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: He was born in a small island village. At a young age his father died while driving off some giants. His mother being the stubborn sort decided to stay and helped train him in flail use. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by giants. Fivin was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the giants.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Nature, Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 400 pp. Hematite (16 gp). Obsidian (16 gp). Rhodochrosite (16 gp). Amber (80 gp). Chalcedony (50 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This southern man's face is deformed and paralyzed on one side. As such, he slurs his words together. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His blonde hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Mundane. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 2000 gp. Bloodstone (70 gp). Deep blue spinel (1100 gp). Moss agate (12 gp). Black star sapphire (1600 gp). Black pearl (1100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a whip, but if one is not available he will default to his crossbow. He wears his white hair up. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Eiravel embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the west were limited. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 2000 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.