Description: He is a mite stocky and wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a shortbow, but if one is not available he will default to his pickaxe. His hair is always cut to a buzz. He has gleaming, smiling green eyes.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Born in the east to a Spice Merchant, Ahvain learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. Being born in the east, 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 east 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 south. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Spice Merchant and was forced into it by his family; and balancing his hectic life and new spice merchant responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his longbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His white hair is lengthy. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: He was born at the edge of vast forest. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Laborer. He has worked as a Laborer like his mother before him.

Motivation: He's in love; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Nature, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 3000 gp. Alexandrite (900 gp). Deep blue spinel (900 gp). White opal (1600 gp). Citrine (70 gp). Chalcedony (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with a calm yet intense air about him, he is typically in his Brewer uniform. His silver hair is long and unkept. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Paelias will drive conversation. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Paelias grew up listening to his father's many stories. 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 has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 1000 gp. Freshwater pearl (7 gp). Red spinel (160 gp). Rose (20 gp). Alexandrite (1400 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (7 gp). Sard (20 gp). Chalcedony (20 gp). Deep blue spinel (1400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.