Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears skinny pants and wears a green and white robe with the hood down. He wears his golden hair down. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He takes great joy in being the best Painter in town.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Berrian's homeland. Berrian decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He was forced to fight in gladiatorial arenas alongside his partner. They became the best of friends and one day they managed to break out together and then went their separate ways.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Painter responsibilities is difficult; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Slave. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 4000 gp. Emerald (1600 gp). Eye agate (16 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp). Onyx (40 gp). Rhodochrosite (16 gp). Sard (40 gp). Red-brown spinel (60 gp). Peridot (40 gp). Star ruby (1600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He wears just a white suit. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His golden hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Lazy, Insane. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 400 pp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (700 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (70 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1600 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (4000 gp). Solid gold idol (1100 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: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and wears dull green sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed flail, just in case. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When Varis reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Revenge; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Terse, Shy. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.