Description: An older man who likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather, he is not a threatening figure. His hair, while still mostly white, has prominent grey streaks. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He has achieved small success as a Mortician.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Flaws: Ugly, Terse, Selfish. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 2000 gp. Moss agate (9 gp). Azurite (9 gp). Jade (100 gp). Lapis lazuli (9 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). Coral (100 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1000 gp). Banded agate (9 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Golden pearl (100 gp).

Description: A moderately attractive man, he is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. With bright brown hair and a scraggly beard. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his brown eyes.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. 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: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Beiro fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Depressed, Antagonistic, Racist. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 3000 gp. Sardonyx (40 gp). Star ruby (700 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp). Clear bright green emerald (3000 gp). Black pearl (1600 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1600 gp). Emerald (700 gp). Jet (110 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his whip, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His small hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines amber.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Thamior isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the north. 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 Server. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Server.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and expand his business

Ideals: Impeccable, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 400 pp. Emerald (900 gp). Blue sapphire (900 gp). Moss agate (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.