Description: Runty and weak-looking, he is dressed in a clean black cloak covering his clean studded leather. His feathered hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has a dull look in his hazel eyes.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 48. 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. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: Born in the west his family was never financially stable. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Disease. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Healer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 200 pp. Red garnet (150 gp). Violet garnet (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a brown vest and prefers grey and blue shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are likewise gray. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He has a minor phobia of water and hates getting wet.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Mindartis grew up listening to his mother's many stories. A few years later when the south was not economically sound they moved to his current location. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking eastern young adult. He wears grey robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a hammer, but if one is not available he will default to his shortspear. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. Sporting a silver mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Riardon 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. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he is content

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Slave, Military. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 900 pp. Cloth of gold vestments (50 gp). A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (50 gp). Solid gold idol (500 gp). Old masterpiece painting (1400 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.