Description: He dresses like a well dressed Navigator does. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his trident, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a cross on it. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 92. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. His childhood dream was to be a Sage, but he was a colossal failure. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his daughters to still be retired.

Motivation: Expand his business; and wants to open a new tavern

Flaws: Insane, Impulsive. Bonds: Job, Nature, Family. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 400 pp. Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is very fat, and wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. He sports a flattop hair cut. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

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 takes great joy in being the best Sculptor in town.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Sculptor work with an outfit from a few towns over. Sculptor work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He struck the Sculptor job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: 4000 gp. Zircon (80 gp). Eye agate (13 gp). Star ruby (800 gp). Chrysoberyl (100 gp). Freshwater pearl (13 gp). Rhodochrosite (13 gp). Hematite (13 gp). Freshwater pearl (13 gp). Obsidian (13 gp). Azurite (13 gp). Violet garnet (1400 gp).

Description: He appears as an extremely gaunt Elf, and stands approximately 4'8". He wears dull white sweaters, loose black pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed sword, just in case, and his gloved hand is found clutching a sword. He wears his brown hair down. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He has all his life been fascinated with dancing.

History: Born in the west to a Bowyer, Rolen learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He has set out to sabotage the competition.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 2000 gp. Carnelian (70 gp). Iolite (70 gp). Star ruby (1000 gp). Carnelian (70 gp).