Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and is pretty ugly. He has shaved his head bald. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Jeweler hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He bought a hand crossbow and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Terse. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He has a large black mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his blue robe. His golden hair is greasy and uncared for. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He got into the Bowyer business at a young age. At some point he was captured by giants and was tortured. After several years of this he finally managed to escape. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and many giants want him driven away

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Slave. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 200 pp.

Description: He is a mite stocky and is well dressed, constantly wearing a green suit, pastel shirt, and red tie. He has a golden handlebar mustache and slicked back golden hair. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 24. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Sculptor arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. 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. Korfel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 1000 gp.