Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. His white hair is cut short. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Riardon is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. 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: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by brigands. Riardon was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the brigands.

Motivation: Many brigands want him driven away.

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 3000 gp. Tourmaline (120 gp). Smoky quartz (80 gp). Iolite (80 gp). Deep green spinel (120 gp). Rose (80 gp).

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears very tight pants and wife beaters, though occasionally he sports a yellow coat, and a wedding ring on his right hand. He has a long silver beard with little hanging trinkets. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Hadarai took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. He bought a hammer and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Mundane, Shy. Bonds: In love, Nature. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty brown coat over it. He has dyed his greying silver hair a little too much giving a sharp silver color. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He enjoys reading and quiet.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. A few years later when the north was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 1 Medium magic item.