Description: He is a mite stocky and prefers to wear grey clothing when he does not wear armor. His white hair and beard is wavy and long. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

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. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: He was born in the south, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Korfel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, PTSD. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: Brown-green garnet (130 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). Moonstone (60 gp).

Description: He is a husky man, who prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He sports a flattop hair cut. 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 likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. He inherited a moderately successful company from his father. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He bought a greatsword and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he has money and likes to spend it

Flaws: Insomniac, Mundane, Impulsive. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. Lapis lazuli (5 gp). Eye agate (5 gp). Deep green spinel (160 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). Sard (40 gp). Red garnet (160 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). Zircon (40 gp). Sard (40 gp). Peridot (40 gp). Rose (40 gp). Moss agate (5 gp). Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Onyx (40 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp).

Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He is wearing a long, grey, dusty cloak. His chestnut hair is heavily combed to the left. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He uses divination through singing.

History: Thervan was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the west, 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 west 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 north. He has worked as a Mason like his father before him.

Motivation: He feels threatened by others; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Immigrant, Family, Job. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 4000 gp. Tiger eye turquoise (14 gp). Lapis lazuli (14 gp).