Description: He is of a modest build and height, but he carries himself more imposing than he is. He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty blue coat over it. He has wavy auburn hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. He refers to his adoptive mother for almost all things he is unsure about, which are numerous. He is very much still a child and has not developed a drive for self-dependency.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Dreali liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Bellfounder responsibilities is difficult; and doesn't want to be a bellfounder and was forced into it by his family

Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Family, Nature. Occupation: Bellfounder

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 900 pp. Rich purple corundum (1600 gp). Chrysoberyl (120 gp). Blue quartz (15 gp). Jasper (80 gp). Deep blue spinel (1500 gp). Deep blue spinel (1500 gp). Malachite (15 gp). Chalcedony (80 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1500 gp). Deep blue spinel (1500 gp). Freshwater pearl (15 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A plain young-adult man, he wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his shortbow with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He keeps his chestnut hair in a pixie cut. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

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 invites people to come help in his community garden.

History: Born in the west to a Bather, Mindartis learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. In his 18th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his mother impaled in their home, and his father beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Bather for the past few years.

Motivation: A deep hatred of brigands; and expand his business

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Cynical, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 300 pp. Eye agate (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears professional attire. His white hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes are violet.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Erevan took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up hammer and armor he uses now. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Immigrant. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Strong lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.