Description: This eastern man sports green clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair is brown and curly. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Riardon was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the east were limited. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist, Persistence. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: This tall, slender man tends to wear a large pastel jacket. His hair, while still mostly golden, has prominent grey streaks. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 17. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Gifted from a young age, Thervan studied abroad. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Addict, Racist. Bonds: Attractive, Rich. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 4000 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: He usually wears his grey robe and has his bastard sword always slung over his shoulder, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'3" when asserting himself. His blonde hair is cut short. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Ahvain took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up bastard sword and armor he uses now. He bought a bastard sword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic, Hedonist. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 3000 gp. Violet garnet (1100 gp).