Description: He wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scimitar, but if one is not available he will default to his nunchaku. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. His moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. 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: Gifted from a young age, Thervan studied abroad. 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 Painter. He became a Painter soon after.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and expand his business

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Guardian, Family, Job. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 2000 gp. Fire opal (1000 gp). Golden yellow topaz (900 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

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 does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His moppish black hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His eyes are likewise hazel. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Eiravel took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up warhammer and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He has wavy golden hair. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Dayereth is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Dayereth was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. Dayereth was born on a far eastern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Cartwright. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Mentor. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 1000 gp.