Description: He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'4" when asserting himself. His hair is long and white with streaks of black, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is black, braided, and well cared for. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Ivellios was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Wizard, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Wizard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. 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. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Military, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1000 gp. Malachite (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'0" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He wears a colorful flower in his brown hair. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. His psionic abilities were realized during a raid on his village. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the south.

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insomniac, Shy. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Server

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 900 pp.

Description: He wears tan painted combat armor at almost all times, and carries morningstars. His hair is short and chestnut. His eyes are likewise amber.

Personality: A grumpy guy he will invite people to lunch so he can critique them. Yet he still seems generally likeable, like a lovable grump. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. 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. Riardon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Soft and mumbly

Possessions: 4000 gp. Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). Blue star sapphire (1200 gp).