Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a beer of some kind. He wears a pastel vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His tan leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his pastel boots flare out at the collars, marred by beers. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His eyes are hazel and catlike.

Personality: He is a jovial happy person, but he is convinced people are living their lives too quickly. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: The child of a Bricklayer, who enjoyed hunting, Carrie was taken on many hunting expeditions. He went to a religious school and was inspired by the priests there in charitable deeds. Since then, he has sought to make the best of life.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Slave, Nature, Religious. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 200 pp. Eye agate (12 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp). Moss agate (12 gp).

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy red stubble. He likes to wear ponchos typically of a light yellow in addition to tight pants. He has a hunchback. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are violet and catlike.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He is obsessed with finding treasure.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Raer was born on a far western plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Sculptor. He was always very intelligent and has formed a secret society of freemasons.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Secretive, Depressed. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his quarterstaff with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He carries a battered club and tarnished quarterstaff as well. His hair is cut close to his head. He has green eyes and a brown hat with a pastel feather.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Efferil isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He is motivated by money and will often try and persuade people to work for cheap. He haggles over everything, upselling his goods and buying cheap. He is persistent in everything.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious eastern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Efferil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable, Entrepeneur. Bonds: Religious, Rich. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 1000 pp. Gold music box (3000 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (90 gp). Jeweled gold crown (7000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (900 gp).