Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He wears many layers of old clothing at all times. He keeps his chestnut hair in a flapper bob. His hazel eyes show the wear and tear of someone lonely with a great burden to carry.

Personality: He is cool and collected. He likes to make quips and puns whenever he does anything. He also makes a point to compliment his superiors and flatter them. On top of that he is swayed by a pretty face, and while loyalty to his employer will always come first he doesn't like to hit women.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. A freak accident while working with his Jeweler mother left him crippled. During his travels, Naill and his party rested in a cavern that was (unknown to them) infused with powerful dark magic. Upon awakening, Naill discovered the rest of his party dead, transformed into horrible, mindless undead versions of their former selves. Naill fled the cavern, stopping for breath at a small pool, and only then realizing his own horrible transformation.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and he wants to get laid

Ideals: Disciplined. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Poor, Has a crush, Adventurer. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 2000 gp. Smoky quartz (50 gp). Hematite (7 gp). Amethyst (130 gp). Obsidian (7 gp).

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His hair is blonde and curly. His skin is flawless and his blue eyes scan people very quickly.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Eiravel isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Eiravel was born with his mother's beautiful face. His mother was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Eiravel fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Impeccable, Extrovert. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 300 pp. Bloodstone (80 gp). Amber (60 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man wears dark leathers with embroidery. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized jet on his left hand. His brown hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When Ahvain reached his early adolescence his Elf father passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Disciplined, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Military. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Posh accent

Possessions: 1000 gp.