Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. He wears professional attire. His silver hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: Naal is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Naal was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 2000 gp. Jade (100 gp). Banded agate (10 gp). Coral (100 gp). Blue sapphire (600 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: This exceptionally lanky man wears a blue vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his blue boots flare out at the collars. He has styled his black hair well, parting it to the right. His eyes are gray and beady.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He was granted divine powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Disease. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 4000 gp. Onyx (20 gp). Alexandrite (1500 gp). Malachite (9 gp). Aquamarine (1500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He dresses in collared shirts and wears a proper scarf over his head, and he perpetually has his club ready. His hair is red, silky, and of moderate length. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Aggressive, abrasive, and angry, Quarion embodies much of what other species detest in the Elves. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. 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. Quarion fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.