Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic right leg, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. He has silver hair. His brown eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Armorer arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. 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. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Elven compassion; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 2000 gp. Amber (90 gp). Red spinel (90 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle, and is pretty ugly. His white hair is cut short. His fierce gray eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Thamior is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He is a Maurezhi in disguise. A freak accident while working with his Interpreter father left him crippled. He became a plane-shifter, and is stopping over on this plane for a brief visit.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 2000 gp. Malachite (8 gp). Rock crystal (20 gp). Jasper (20 gp). Moss agate (8 gp). Obsidian (8 gp). Chrysoprase (20 gp).

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by his earthly robes.. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His blue eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Aelar isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He is harsh and unforgiving.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Voice breaks

Possessions: 1200 pp. Moonstone (20 gp). Pink pearl (110 gp). Moonstone (20 gp). Moonstone (20 gp). Blue quartz (4 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). Rich purple corundum (700 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.