Description: He is a small man, but exceptionally fit. 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. His blonde hair is unkempt and raggedy. 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 resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He is however nostalgic and wants to reunite with his old comrades. He has some compunction and patriotism and will work for the government before all other clients.

History: He is a Yochlol in disguise. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature pickaxe.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 900 pp. Clear bright green emerald (3000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears dull blue sweaters, loose tan pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed ceremonial dagger, just in case. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His white hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Born in the east his family was never financially stable. 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. Naill took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up ceremonial dagger and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: To reunite with his old friends.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Immigrant, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 4000 gp. Jade (120 gp). Blue sapphire (400 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp). Deep blue spinel (1400 gp). Rock crystal (20 gp). Rock crystal (20 gp). Coral (120 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He wears a small hat to cover his moderate length auburn hair. His eyes are amber and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his singing with anyone who is interested.

History: A child with a great deal of singing talent his parents made sure he got the chance to thrive. He dropped out of school to support his sick mother, and resented it. He has been saving his money to try and buy his brother's freedom.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and to unite with his brother

Ideals: Artistic, Logical. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Family. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 1000 gp.