Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He has a long red beard with little hanging trinkets. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 5. 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 does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Cartwright for the past few years.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he is greedy

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Job. Occupation: Cartwright

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (20 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (3000 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (900 gp).

Description: This northern man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His clothes are grease stained in places. His silver hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines blue.

Personality: He is quite rude, and likes to deride his opponents skill and shout insults at them. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: When he was but 6 years old his parents immigrated from the north. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. 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. Erevan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 2000 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.

Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He prefers to wear black pants and tee shirts. His red hair is unkempt and raggedy. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Fortune-teller business.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Complex vocabulary, royal

Possessions: 400 pp. Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.