Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears baggy brown pantaloons and a black scarf. His auburn hair is thinning but still full. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. A true patriot, Hadarai would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born several months after his father was called into army service. In his youth he was a Dyer, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger brother on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Hadarai fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac, Depressed, PTSD. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 700 pp. Cloth of gold vestments (40 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (5000 gp). Gold cup set with emeralds (4000 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (200 gp). Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (40 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1300 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (40 gp). Silver ewer (90 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1300 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1300 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (40 gp).

Description: He wears tight fitting clothing which further accentuates his frame. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. He sports a flattop hair cut. His fair skin shows little sign of his aristocratic breeding.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Aelar hails from a village terrorized by gnolls. In his 13th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother 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. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by gnolls. Aelar was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the gnolls.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and a deep hatred of gnolls

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy, Fearful. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 3000 gp. Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1300 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (130 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (200 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is dressed in an above average manner. His black hair is knotted and matted. This amber eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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. Thervan took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up spear and armor he uses now. After a long history of fighting, Thervan and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Ideals: Passionate. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military, Nature. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: A finely crafted rug of intricate, geometric designs worked with silver threading (30 gp).