Description: He wears grey leather gloves, a grey jacket, and tight pants. His white hair is knotted and matted. His gray eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Berrian took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up crossbow and armor he uses now. He bought a crossbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and he has a crush on the local courier

Ideals: Professionalism, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 3000 gp. Red-brown spinel (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a brown shirt with thin green vertical stripes and brown pants. He sports a long chestnut beard, and similarly colored long hair. He has a tattooed face.

Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He disdains his fellow easterners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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. Recently a tribe of giants attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Uthemar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Barber

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 2000 gp. Iolite (30 gp). Hematite (10 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp). Obsidian (10 gp). Pink pearl (80 gp). Emerald (1200 gp). Pink pearl (80 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a black cloak and cross-gartered red stockings. He wears a colorful flower in his golden hair. This amber eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He acts crazy and hedonistic. 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: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Flaws: Hedonist. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Job, Poor. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Medium magic item.