Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'4" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His auburn hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His gray eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

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 always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Weaver business.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and retire the richest man in the east

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Persistence. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic, Mundane. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 200 pp. Lapis lazuli (8 gp).

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears a worn and beaten armor. He has no hair. His eyes are likewise green.

Personality: He is always cheerful, even with a hangover, and is always willing to go through all sorts of trouble to help his friends. He considers everything a fun event and doesn't hold grudges. 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: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. Before the accident, he was one of the most outspoken anti-Elven activists. He was mortally wounded, saved by a kind and fast-acting Elven doctor. During his travels, Vanuath and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Vanuath discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Vanuath 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; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Racist. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 4000 gp. Azurite (13 gp). Deep green spinel (130 gp). Azurite (13 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a tan collared shirt and yellow pants. He accessorizes with a red scarf around the waist and a strap diagonally across his shirt. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length red hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: From birth he was tutored by a cruel and relentless mentor. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He is terrified, and will act out of fear; and he feels threatened by others

Ideals: Joker. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Mentor, Immigrant. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 6000 gp. Obsidian (14 gp). Blue quartz (14 gp). Blue sapphire (500 gp). Violet garnet (1300 gp). 1 Medium magic item.