Description: He has a missing left leg. He wears a brown shirt with thin tan vertical stripes and green pants. His blonde hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. 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 sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. Enialis 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. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to gnolls demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Nature. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 200 pp. Red-brown spinel (40 gp). Freshwater pearl (10 gp). Amethyst (40 gp). Jet (40 gp). Carnelian (70 gp). Onyx (70 gp). Sardonyx (70 gp). Jet (40 gp).

Description: He wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His head has been shaved. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his father.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Quarion's homeland. Quarion decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Optimist, Entrepeneur, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull blue iron scale mail. His hair is brown and curly. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Halimath is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: The child of southern immigrants he idolized his father. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Jeweler. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: He is content; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Antagonistic, Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.