Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a sweet of some kind. He prefers to wear brown pants and tee shirts, marred by sweets. He has no hair. He has hazel eyes and a brown hat with a blue feather.

Personality: He is a Herbalist first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: He was born in a small desert village. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Herbalist. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He is unsatisfied with his job; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: growls and snarls, animalistic

Possessions: Deep green spinel (70 gp). Black opal (1400 gp). Jet (70 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Jet (70 gp). Chrysoprase (70 gp). Moss agate (9 gp). Silver pearl (70 gp).

Description: He wears suspenders and red workpants. His shirt is grey, and he wears a heavy red leather apron most of the time. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His golden hair and beard is wavy and long. His eyes are brown and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He believes the world needs to unite to get rid of illithids once and for all.

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. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Eiravel was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the illithids.

Motivation: He's attracted to the PC; and he's in love

Ideals: Joker, Gifted. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Enemies, Has a crush. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Cold and demanding tone

Possessions: 4000 gp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (700 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (70 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (3000 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (900 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1500 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (700 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man usually wears his green robe and has his greataxe always slung over his shoulder, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He wears his auburn hair down. His gray eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Born in the north to a Assassin, Thervan learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. In his 14th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Thervan alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He's also a talented Roofer, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and revenge

Flaws: Greedy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Enemies, Military. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 3000 gp.