Description: With brown face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head. His brown hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His violet eyes peer out from beneath his Stetson green hat.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of dire rats once and for all.

History: Born in the north to a Armorer, Thamior learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and many dire rats want him driven away

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 2000 gp. Star rose quartz (60 gp). Malachite (6 gp). Black pearl (1400 gp). Malachite (6 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Rhodochrosite (6 gp). Brown-green garnet (110 gp). Rose (60 gp). Moonstone (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. He wears a Stetson hat to hide his balding. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He got into the Soapmaker business at a young age. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 10 years.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Ugly, Forgetful, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Soapmaker

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears tattered old clothes. His auburn hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Eiravel is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Eiravel took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up spear and armor he uses now. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he has comitted a past crime that haunts him to this day

Ideals: Persistence, Justice. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Mentor, Nature. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: Just what you see.