Description: This man dresses in yellow turtlenecks beneath a brown coat with white slacks. He is muscular with a powerful set of arms. His white hair, when down, is lengthy. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 31. 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 keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Raised by wardens he was only a novice when orcs swooped upon their monastery and killed most of the order. 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 was granted arcane powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: A deep hatred of orcs.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Religious, Enemies. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 3000 gp. Moonstone (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a monstrous two handed axe, but if one is not available he will default to his nunchaku. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His brown hair is thinning but still full. His brown eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He also has developed a complete distrust of the Servant profession.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. Efferil was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Dyer. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Efferil never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Immigrant, In love. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: Deep blue spinel (900 gp). Obsidian (12 gp). Fire opal (1200 gp). Black pearl (900 gp). Sard (60 gp). Golden pearl (50 gp).

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears a black coat over a violet low-cut shirt, and a Stetson hat upon his head. His hair is short and red. 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 a Sellsword first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He will do just about anything if he becomes convinced it is for someone's true love, of this he is easily convinced.

History: He was raised by priests from a young age. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Sellsword work with an outfit from a few towns over. Sellsword work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. Recently the stress of being a Sellsword has made it difficult for him to sleep.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and his religion dominates his actions

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Has a crush, Religious, Mentor. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: Carnelian (70 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (8 gp). Azurite (8 gp). Star ruby (900 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Jasper (70 gp). Star rose quartz (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item.