Description: This late middle aged man usually wears his white robe and has his mace always slung over his shoulder and is in decent physical shape. He has a brown handlebar mustache and slicked back brown hair. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He does suffer from mild PTSD, and the sight of brigands may trigger it at times.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when brigands swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. 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. Thervan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and a deep hatred of brigands

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical, Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Religious. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Relaxed voice

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty tan coat over it, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'5" when asserting himself. His long golden hair reaches down to his waist. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Barrister work with an outfit from a few towns over. Barrister work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Koeth fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1000 gp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (2000 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (2000 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (30 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy white stubble. He wears a yellow armored body suit, with a simple black line shooting up and back down. He has a hunchback. His white hair is cut short. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: When he was but 3 years old his parents immigrated from the west. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Jamaican accent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Jeweled gold crown (2000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.