Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with blue lining and desert motifs. His silver hair is knotted and matted. His brown eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He misses his glory days as an athlete. He does not mind his job, but it is boring in comparison. He takes great pride in his work and is very well organized. His planner is full of calendar events.

History: Born in the south to a Gardener, Thamior learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. In his 18th year, while out on a day-trip, he returned to find his hometown burning and destroyed. He found his father impaled in their home, and his mother beheaded. He saw the man who walked out, and charged him in a blind rage. The man easily evaded and defeated him, leaving him to live broken and terrified. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Ugly, Fearful. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 1000 gp. White opal (1200 gp). Amber (70 gp). Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). Black pearl (1000 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (9 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1000 gp).

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 is typically in his Scribe uniform. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. His eyes are hazel and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 3000 gp. Chrysoberyl (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 4'7" and is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright violet and tan, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. His right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has moderate length chestnut hair. His eyes are a pleasant green.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. 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: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. Some 3 years later his spouse died after the birth of his son. Heartbroken, Uthemar never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his son whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Rich, Job, In love. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 1000 gp. Jade (130 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp). Sard (20 gp). Hematite (4 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (4 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp). Black opal (1400 gp). Red spinel (130 gp).