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 tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a falchion, but if one is not available he will default to his dagger. His hair is long and black with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small tan clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his violet eyes.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: He was born in the north. Rolen abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Further expansion of business.

Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right hand, he is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft grey waves gently in the breeze. His tied-back hair is red. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing music.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and money/treasure

Ideals: Joker, Artistic. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 1000 gp. Moss agate (14 gp). Eye agate (14 gp). Blue quartz (14 gp). Tourmaline (60 gp). Sard (80 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Golden yellow topaz (800 gp). Freshwater pearl (14 gp). Jet (60 gp). Zircon (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears violet robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a bastard sword, but if one is not available he will default to his lance. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His chestnut hair is braided into rings. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He is able to fit into much smaller and tighter spaces than normal.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. His parents enrolled him in a Wizard school at a young age so that he could practice his psionic talents. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Disease, Insomniac, Insane. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 2000 gp. Alexandrite (900 gp). Blue quartz (14 gp). Chrysoberyl (160 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (14 gp). Hematite (14 gp). Alexandrite (900 gp).