Description: This malnourished man dresses well, wearing tan shirts, loose pants, and blazers most of the time. His moppish auburn hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His skin is flawless and his violet eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Nature, Military. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 3000 gp. Canary diamond (3000 gp). Eye agate (7 gp). Banded agate (7 gp). Jet (40 gp). Aquamarine (600 gp). Blue star sapphire (1300 gp). Blue quartz (7 gp). Eye agate (7 gp). Moonstone (30 gp). White opal (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears a simple grey robe with violet stripes complete with hood. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. He has amber eyes.

Personality: He thrives on attention. He does whatever is in his power to gain the attention of whomever he deems a fit date. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: He was born to loving parents in a slum to the east. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave 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. Tharivol took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up hand crossbow and armor he uses now. He has dedicated himself to building a better village for his children.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend.

Ideals: Logical. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (60 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (60 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'3" and typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull tan iron scale mail. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. His Stetson hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He is lazy and tries to find solutions quickly.

History: Sold as a small child to a necromancer, Erevan was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. 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 Herbalist. He tends to his Herbalist job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Ugly, Lazy. Bonds: Job, Mentor. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Malachite (7 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). Black pearl (800 gp). Moonstone (40 gp). Black star sapphire (400 gp). Rose (40 gp). 1 Minor magic item.