Description: He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His long brown hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: Born in the north to a Scribe, Berrian learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Berrian took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up rapier and armor he uses now. He has achieved small success as a Scribe.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and expand his business

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Adventurer, Job, Nature. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (500 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (50 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He wears a green armored body suit, with a simple violet line shooting up and back down. His hair is cut close to his head. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Stoic and calm, he prefers to meditate than take action. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Efferil grew up listening to his father's many stories. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion.

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Uses sign language

Possessions: 1000 gp. Violet garnet (1200 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp). Emerald (500 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (500 gp). Jet (110 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp). Deep blue spinel (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears long strands of topaz and short white dresses (or suits) accompanied by the proper stockings and shoes, with gloves of varying lengths, and he perpetually has his flail ready. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He comes from a rich northern family. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 4000 gp. Black pearl (1500 gp). Deep blue spinel (1500 gp). Violet garnet (1500 gp). Banded agate (13 gp).