Description: He has a missing right arm. He wears dull brown sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed quarterstaff, just in case. His chestnut hair has been sun bleached extensively. He has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is a melancholic, but persistent worker. He resents family life and as such spurns the advances of admirers. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. 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 Body Guard. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Rich, Family, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Sighs a lot, exhausted

Possessions: 4000 gp. A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (120 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (300 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (120 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (600 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (600 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized blue coat. His moppish chestnut hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His brown eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. 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 is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. From there he went from mercenary job to mercenary job. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Rich. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 3000 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: A middle-aged man, he likes to wear darkened spectacles and heavy clothing, no matter the weather, and is pretty ugly. His hair is silver and curly. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He dislikes loud distracting noises, but is overall hospitable. His biggest love is that of knowledge and as such will purchase any books or pay to listen to tales that travelers might have.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Erevan was born on a far western desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Farmer. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Pronounces O like U

Possessions: 4000 gp. Sard (40 gp). Red-brown spinel (100 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp).