Description: He wears a suit in poor condition. It has not been laundered in sometime and has been worn in activities one would not normally wear a suit during. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. He has no hair. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He hates giants. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: Revenge; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Enemies, Rich. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 3000 gp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2000 gp).

Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. His skin is also unnaturally pale. He wears a top hat to cover his moderate length white hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Abrasive and pushy, he has a hard time making friends. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing poetry.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aelar fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Artistic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Occupation: Adventurer

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: 300 pp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (600 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears a fancy black suit. He wears a feathered hat to hide his balding. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. He takes great joy in being the best Mortician in town.

History: Born to a Brewer, his father struggled to pay the bills. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mortician work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mortician work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Mortician and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 400 pp. Bloodstone (70 gp). Azurite (14 gp). Onyx (70 gp). Jet (40 gp). Chalcedony (70 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (400 gp).