Description: His left side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He prefers to wear flannel. His golden hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He believes there is no problem he cannot solve with sufficient elbow grease and persistence, if it is the best or most economic solution matters not. A true patriot, Rolen would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Dilettante hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and his religion dominates his actions

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Nature, Poor. Occupation: Dilettante

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 2000 gp. Chrysoberyl (60 gp). Silver pearl (60 gp). Red spinel (60 gp). Chrysoberyl (60 gp). Amber (60 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp). Alexandrite (300 gp). Banded agate (14 gp). Deep blue spinel (300 gp). Violet garnet (300 gp). Banded agate (14 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears skinny pants and wears a brown and blue robe with the hood down. He is bald on top and has large blonde tufts of hair around his ears. His eyes are a pleasant brown.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 57. 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 is a big fan of imagination and believes people should spend more time reading and writing.

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. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 3000 gp. Chrysoprase (50 gp). Chalcedony (50 gp). Golden pearl (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His red hair and beard is wavy and long. His brown eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

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 a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Theriatis was born with his mother's beautiful face. He worked as a nervous Priest and found it very stressful. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Priest.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Nature, Attractive, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Priest

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: 4000 gp. Deep blue spinel (700 gp). Blue quartz (13 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Brown-green garnet (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.