Description: Standing 4'9", this man wears green leather gloves, a green jacket, and tight pants. He has a long blonde beard with little hanging trinkets. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He hates dire rats. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He has since lost track of the people in his past.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and to unite with his sister

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Nature, Family. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 3000 gp. Black pearl (1000 gp). White pearl (110 gp). Deep green spinel (110 gp). Chrysoberyl (110 gp). Golden pearl (110 gp). Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (500 gp). Rose (70 gp). Violet garnet (1000 gp). Red-brown spinel (110 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp). Aquamarine (1000 gp). Aquamarine (1000 gp). Banded agate (14 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears grey leather gloves, a grey jacket, and tight pants. He carries with him a set of quarterstaffs on his belt, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. Through the years after Thamior was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Thamior's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. After a long history of fighting, Thamior and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Disease, Antagonistic, Ugly. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 4000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (900 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His gray eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Shoemaker business.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He was taken from his home at a very young age. 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 wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Justice, Persistence. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Military. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 100 pp. 1 Medium magic item.