Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he wears a fancy tan suit. His hair is blonde, silky, and of moderate length. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Born in the east to a Seamstress, Thamior learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When Thamior reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and doesn't want to be a seamstress and was forced into it by his family

Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Job, Military, Family. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 1000 gp. Citrine (80 gp). Alexandrite (1400 gp).

Description: He wears bulky grey painted plate armor. He cuts an attractive figure and his suit of old armor is well cared for even if it is obsolete. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. He has violet eyes and a grey hat with a green feather.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He is susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has dedicated himself to building a better trade route.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear.

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Mentor, Adventurer. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 600 pp. Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (700 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (100 gp). Solid gold idol (1000 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (100 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (700 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp).

Description: This man is very fat, and wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His blue leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars. His chestnut hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are gray.

Personality: He is a Sellsword first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the south. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and expand his business

Ideals: Extrovert, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 4000 gp. Rich purple corundum (600 gp). Amethyst (120 gp). Deep blue spinel (1500 gp).