Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured. He has wavy black hair. His face is scarred and worn.

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 has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical, Addict, Mundane. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 8000 gp. Banded agate (11 gp). White pearl (120 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp). Azurite (11 gp). Iolite (70 gp). Aquamarine (300 gp). Azurite (11 gp). Violet garnet (300 gp). Moss agate (11 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He has relatively dark skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His hair is auburn and curly. His violet eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is happy with his job as a Fletcher. He turns his eye from what people do, preferring to live and let live. He invented a lineage for himself and claims to be descended from several legendary heroes.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He became a Fletcher soon after.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Gifted. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Attractive. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 29000 sp. Eye agate (6 gp). Iolite (30 gp). Red garnet (90 gp). Bloodstone (30 gp).

Description: He is an average looking western male in his early mid-life. He wears a white shirt, with a blue mid length shorts with blue tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. He wears his chestnut hair down. His amber eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Thamior is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of a Healer, who enjoyed hunting, Thamior was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Thamior took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scimitar and armor he uses now. He struck the Roofer job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and an old rival family wants him found

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Nature, Job, Family. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.