Description: An older man who wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, he is not a threatening figure. His golden hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He constantly seizes attention wherever he goes and has come to expect this respect from everyone. He likes to think of himself as merciful, but nonetheless is very strict.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. 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 Bellfounder. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Bellfounder.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by brigands, and he desires to right it; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Impeccable. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 100 pp. Hematite (5 gp). Rich purple corundum (900 gp). Smoky quartz (60 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). Rose (60 gp). Violet garnet (1200 gp). Red garnet (130 gp). Smoky quartz (60 gp). Moonstone (60 gp). Freshwater pearl (5 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears white trousers with black and grey striped suspenders. He wears various colorful collared shirts. He has shaved his head bald. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is unhospitable to his core. His small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: When he was but 7 years old his parents immigrated from the south. Aramil was born on a far southern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Armorer. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 1000 gp. Bloodstone (50 gp). Rock crystal (50 gp). Malachite (14 gp). Iolite (50 gp). Freshwater pearl (14 gp). Black pearl (300 gp). Jet (100 gp).

Description: He is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak. He is physically well-built. His blonde hair, when down, is lengthy. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Stableman who has hired him part-time. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious northern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Stableman work with an outfit from a few towns over. Stableman work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He became a Stableman soon after.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Has a crush, Religious, Job. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Middle-eastern accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.