Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a tan shirt, with a green mid length shorts with green tights and flats, usually wearing a coat over them. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He has a massive crush on the younger sibling of the Marshal who has hired him part-time. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Marshal arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the east were limited. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Spy. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he wants to get laid

Bonds: Immigrant, Has a crush, Religious, Rich. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Gruff and masculine

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: He is a pot bellied western man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears just a black suit. Sporting a chestnut mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His amber eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He is quite gentle and does not know the full extent of his strength. He works very hard to maintain that gentleness. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: He is a Deep Scion in disguise. Thervan was born on a far western mountains where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Engraver. He has dedicated himself to building a better village for his children.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Athletic, Disciplined. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant. Occupation: Engraver

Voice: Forgets to breathe while speaking

Possessions: 4000 gp. Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1300 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (100 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (100 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (1300 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). A roughly beaten golden orb (150 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (150 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1300 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: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep green leather and dull brown iron scale mail. He has no hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady green eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Caeldrim was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the south were limited. 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 doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Impeccable, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Hissing voice

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.