Description: This man stands a little under 4'7" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is wearing a long, grey, dusty cloak. His red hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is intelligent and cunning, but he will too often allow his rage to get the better of him. He will lose his cool and rely on brute force to carry the day. He is cautious and jumpy. He reacts to every sound and lacks any concept of subtlety.

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. Since his mother passed away years ago, his father had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. After a long history of fighting, Erevan and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Fearful. Bonds: Military, Attractive. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: 300 pp. Deep green spinel (160 gp). Coral (160 gp). Silver pearl (160 gp). Aquamarine (700 gp).

Description: The dark-skinned man stands 4'7" and dresses in grey turtlenecks beneath a blue coat with green slacks. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. His violet eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: A powerful necromancer made him what he is. 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 got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Addict, Shy. Bonds: Mentor, Rich. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1000 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp).

Description: 4'7" and muscular, this southern man does not wear sleeves and tends to eschew shirts when he can avoid it. His chestnut hair, when down, is lengthy. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

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 to a pair of adventurers, Thervan grew up listening to his mother's many stories. When Thervan 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. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Seamstress and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Job, Has a crush, Adventurer, Military. Occupation: Seamstress

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 4000 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.