Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He is dressed in a clean green cloak covering his clean studded leather. He has white hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is inclined to make off color jokes and interpret anything that could be construed as such as innuendo. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Baker business.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When Efferil reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. After a long history of fighting, Efferil and his spouse have recently divorced.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Joker, Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 700 pp. Carnelian (60 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). Pink pearl (160 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears a brown vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His black leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his brown boots flare out at the collars, and carries greatswords. His tied-back hair is red. His violet unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. 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: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His mother had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. During his travels, Ahvain and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Ahvain discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Ahvain fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break.

Ideals: Fighting, Passionate. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 400 pp. Embroidered and bejeweled glove (1000 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (1000 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (40 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp).

Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he is well dressed, constantly wearing a white suit, green shirt, and brown tie. His golden hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. He wears large thick round spectacles.

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 susceptible to being scared and is in actuality easily frightened. He likes to tell stories.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. He was granted martial powers by his dying brother.

Motivation: To pay off his debts; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insomniac, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Debt. Occupation: Healer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

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