Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He prefers to wear white pants and tee shirts, marred by beers. Sporting a silver mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His brown eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker white hat.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and to clean up the streets

Ideals: Philantrophist, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, PTSD. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 2000 gp. Citrine (40 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp). Moss agate (7 gp). Freshwater pearl (7 gp). Golden yellow topaz (600 gp). Carnelian (40 gp).

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 is bald on top and has large silver tufts of hair around his ears. His ears are large.

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. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He got into the Mercenary business at a young age. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends; and further expansion of business

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Job, Religious. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 4000 gp. A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (150 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1500 gp). Solid gold idol (700 gp).

Description: This man wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame, and sports empty pouches on his belt. His black hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Bather born in the past three hundred years. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: A child with a great deal of writing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Insane, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich. Occupation: Bather

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Emerald (1200 gp). Rich purple corundum (1200 gp). Freshwater pearl (8 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp). Sard (80 gp). Amethyst (90 gp). Malachite (8 gp).