Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He has moderate length red hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He refers to his adoptive father for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the south were limited. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: An old rival family wants him found; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look, and he perpetually has his morningstar ready. His long auburn hair reaches down to his waist. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He claims to be unscrupulous but at the end of the day he will do what he thinks is right.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. Erevan liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Erevan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Justice, Entrepeneur, Logical. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 3000 gp. White pearl (110 gp). Black pearl (800 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp). Violet garnet (800 gp). Tourmaline (110 gp). Rose (20 gp). Chrysoprase (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He dresses like a well dressed Soapmaker does. His blonde hair is thinning but still full. His eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Soapmaker. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Soapmaker.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Soapmaker responsibilities is difficult.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 300 pp. Violet garnet (600 gp). Smoky quartz (80 gp). Freshwater pearl (6 gp). 1 Minor magic item.