Description: This fat northern man has a bulbous nose and wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His silver hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He hates illithids. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Heir to a fortune, his parents put a great deal of effort into curing his disease. In his 14th year, his parents were killed by a illithids raid, leaving Beiro alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and his name or reputation has been wronged in the past by illithids, and he desires to right it

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Disease. Bonds: Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Hematite (5 gp). Peridot (20 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp). Amethyst (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He prefers to wear pastel pants and tee shirts. His red hair is greasy and uncared for. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are green.

Personality: He is a Fletcher first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

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. Ahvain took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up quarterstaff and armor he uses now. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Fletcher for the past few years.

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

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: Tiger eye turquoise (6 gp). Eye agate (6 gp). Iolite (40 gp). Rich purple corundum (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 4'9" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is dressed in a clean tan cloak covering his clean studded leather. His silver hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. A freak accident while working with his Bellfounder mother left him crippled. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Family, Job, Religious. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 100 pp. Zircon (40 gp). Rose (40 gp). Zircon (40 gp). Tourmaline (100 gp). Carnelian (40 gp). Amethyst (100 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.