Description: This man is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He wears a broad hat to cover his moderate length blonde hair. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: Raer lived on a farm with his father, near the main road leading to a nearby town. Cursed with unlife at a very young age, Raer has worked very hard to control his curse. He has been saving his money to try and buy his sister's freedom.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he is wracked by social anxiety

Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Fearful. Bonds: Religious, Family. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: Cloth of gold vestments (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This northern man wears a black shirt with thin green vertical stripes and white pants. His clothes are grease stained in places. His brown hair is matted, messy, and big. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is lazy, self-centered, vain, and jealous.

History: He was born in the north. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and retire the richest man in the north

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic, Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Tanner

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 100 pp.

Description: He wears a yellow collared shirt and blue pants. He accessorizes with a white scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He carries with him a set of shortbows on his belt, each one with a sapphire on the hilt. His red hair is braided into rings. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 84. 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 spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Aelar lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 plains due to the painful memories there. Aelar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Family, Nature. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 1000 gp. A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (80 gp).