Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He keeps his long blonde hair kept up in a rat tail. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: He was born in a small desert village. 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. Naal took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and a deep hatred of giants

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Enemies. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 200 pp. Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (5000 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (60 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (60 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

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 an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes illithids are coming to abduct people. He is accommodating to his spouse and as such limits his hospitality. He is brave and levelheaded in the face of danger and has proven himself a capable leader.

History: Thervan was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the south were limited. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: A deep hatred of illithids.

Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies, In love, Poor. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 5'3" and wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty red coat over it. His white hair is matted, messy, and big. His blue eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He can speak with the recently deceased. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: His psionic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he is greedy

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Doctor

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 4000 gp. Sardonyx (50 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Deep blue spinel (200 gp). 1 Medium magic item.