Description: He is a mite stocky and tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His golden hair, when down, is lengthy. His fierce brown eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When Raer reached his early adolescence his Elf father 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 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 is greedy.

Bonds: Immigrant, Rich, Military. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 300 pp. Brass mug with jade inlays (400 gp). Jeweled gold crown (2000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp). A delicate brass dragon egg (40 gp).

Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright tan and yellow, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems, marred by sweets. He has moderate length blonde hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and money/treasure

Ideals: Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 1000 gp. Carnelian (60 gp). Red garnet (120 gp). Rose (60 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (600 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1300 gp). Citrine (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. Eiravel is a bit of a follower. Usually he is manipulated by his sisters into helping them out, but recently he has become more of a free agent.

History: He was raised in a mountains tribe. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Slave Trader and was forced into it by his family.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Family. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.