Description: He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He is physically well-built. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He is always in debt, since he spends his money on lavish parties and gifts for friends

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Beggar work with an outfit from a few towns over. Beggar work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. During his travels, Raer and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Raer discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Raer fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Impulsive, Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 2000 gp. Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1700 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing black cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze, and he perpetually has his rapier ready. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines brown.

Personality: Raer hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his dancing career. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Body Guard arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He wants revenge against brigands; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 400 pp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (500 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2500 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (50 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: This man stands a little under 4'7" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His red hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a feathered hat. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: Born in the east to a Hunter, Efferil learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. 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 ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Hunter for the past few years.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he loathes his own lifestyle

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

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: Moonstone (40 gp). Blue quartz (13 gp). Lapis lazuli (13 gp). Iolite (40 gp). Banded agate (13 gp).