Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears black robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a lance, but if one is not available he will default to his sickle. His head has been shaved. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Laborer who has hired him part-time. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: Born in the west to a Laborer, Thamior learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. His parents enrolled him in a Wizard school at a young age so that he could practice his arcane talents. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He's in love; and he has a crush on the local sage

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Indian accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. Golden yellow topaz (600 gp). Amber (60 gp). Rich purple corundum (1600 gp). Hematite (15 gp). Black pearl (600 gp). Brown-green garnet (60 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'1" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. His hair is chestnut and curly. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Herbalist business.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was a friend to animals and a trickster. In his defense of animals however he would do severe harm to people. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he has a crush on the local mayor

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Addict, Insane. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Has a crush. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Pronounces difficult words wrong

Possessions: 200 pp. Banded agate (5 gp). Alexandrite (1300 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His blonde hair is singed and shortened. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Cursed with lycanthropy at a very young age, Eiravel has worked very hard to control his curse. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 2000 gp. Sardonyx (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.