Description: He wears a tattered pair of loose white pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'10" when asserting himself. His blonde hair has been sun bleached extensively. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He speaks before he thinks and is too direct. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: Thervan was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Wizard, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Wizard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. During his travels, Thervan and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Thervan discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Thervan fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This late middle aged man wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a hammer on his belt and is in decent physical shape. He wears his black hair up in a very large beehive style do. His violet eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was born into a rich family. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: Money/treasure.

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 4000 gp. Zircon (60 gp). Lapis lazuli (11 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. His blonde hair is lengthy. His violet eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Map Maker who has hired him part-time. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He was an apprentice working in his father's forge. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and wants a kiss

Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Military, Job. Occupation: Map Maker

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 3000 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1300 gp). Carved bone or ivory statuette (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.