Description: A man with a friendly, welcoming air about him, he has the majority of his body covered in plate. He wears a Stetson hat to cover his moderate length golden hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Hadarai lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and doesn't want to be a ruler and was forced into it by his family

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 1000 gp. Smoky quartz (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears baggy white pantaloons and a brown scarf. His hair is silver and curly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He was born in a small desert village. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Arannis took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up nunchaku and armor he uses now. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he has a crush on the local locksmith

Ideals: Passionate, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Has a crush, Nature. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Silver comb with moonstones (1000 gp). Carved bone or ivory statuette (40 gp).

Description: This southern man is abnormally tall. He wears a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a shortspear on his belt. His whole body is exceptionally muscular. His brown hair and beard is wavy and long. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has worked as a Shipwright like his father before him.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and to be a tanner again

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Shipwright

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 400 pp. Carnelian (60 gp).