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 a robe, a symbol of his god around his neck, and a sickle on his belt. His hair is cut close to his head. This hazel eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He struck the Herbalist job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Fighting. Bonds: Immigrant, Job, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 3000 gp. Alexandrite (800 gp). Moonstone (20 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He has a missing left arm. He wears a grey cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. His white hair is unkempt and raggedy. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines hazel.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He cannot deal with unfamiliar people for more than a few minutes at a time and if they persist he will grow angry at them.

History: Born to a Sculptor, his father struggled to pay the bills. Through the years after Thervan was born, his father became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the west. Thervan's father didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is a bit of a kleptomaniac.

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 400 pp. Tiger eye turquoise (15 gp). Alexandrite (400 gp). Carnelian (40 gp).

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears silk and lounges about seductively. His brown hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a wide-brimmed hat. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. When Ahvain reached his early adolescence his Elf mother 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. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature mace.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Joker, Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Adventurer. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 500 pp. Jeweled electrum ring (5000 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Jeweled gold crown (5000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). A delicate brass dragon egg (20 gp). Jeweled gold crown (5000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (400 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.