Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a worn and beaten armor. His auburn hair is heavily combed to the right. His brown eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: Born to a Weaver, his father struggled to pay the bills. After coming to the age of reason, Thervan took it upon himself to study the martial arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was granted martial powers by his dying sister.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Guard

Voice: Speaks with a cold

Possessions: 4000 gp. Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (90 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 5'5" and muscular, this northern man is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. He keeps his long red hair kept up in a rat tail. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He is very quiet and rarely speaks above a whisper. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Nim took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Unemployed. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Has a crush, Nature, Job. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 1000 gp. Moss agate (4 gp). Tourmaline (50 gp). Star ruby (1600 gp).

Description: This slender man stands about 4'9". He has the majority of his body covered in plate. His silver hair is knotted and matted. His gray eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Thamior will drive conversation. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Thamior was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. His father was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by gnolls, and he desires to right it; and revenge

Ideals: Extrovert, Persistence. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 4000 gp. Amethyst (40 gp). 1 Medium magic item.