Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He wears rags and sports a simple walking cane, marred by sweets. His red hair is still thick. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. His first spouse was a Shepherd, they had one daughter, but his spouse won total custody. Without his spouse to temper him he grew out of control. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Bather and was forced into it by his family; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job, Adventurer, Mentor, Family. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 3000 gp. Red spinel (110 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (1100 gp). Sard (20 gp).

Description: He has a missing right leg. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has a very tight haircut. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. 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 dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Russian accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Black pearl (600 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp). Moss agate (4 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: A middle-aged man, he wears white robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a scythe, but if one is not available he will default to his lance, and is pretty ugly. He keeps his red hair in a pixie cut. He has several tiny amber earrings on each ear.

Personality: He fancies himself a trickster and likes to rely on his wits to carry the day. He cares for his older siblings and likes to be recognized by them. 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: Quarion lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and find a way to reverse the transformation of his brother

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Blue quartz (12 gp). Moss agate (12 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp). Star ruby (1200 gp). Coral (80 gp). 1 Medium magic item.