Description: He wears a black shirt with thin violet vertical stripes and black pants. He has no hair. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 66. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Quarion grew up listening to his father's many stories. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and to reunite with his old friends

Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Military, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: This younger middle-aged man wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment, and a wedding ring on his right hand. His long golden hair reaches down to his waist. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He is a thrill seeker, he laughs at people and throws down challenges. He is highly competitive and combative.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. Through the years after Quarion was born, his mother became increasingly distant from his family, instead choosing to pursue power in the south. Quarion's mother didn't care for him much, and the feeling was mutual. He is searching for what he claims is his rightful reward.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he's repulsed by the pc

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: In love, Adventurer. Occupation: Miner

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: 2000 gp. Red-brown spinel (60 gp). Iolite (50 gp). Star rose quartz (50 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Malachite (5 gp). Pink pearl (60 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp). Alexandrite (700 gp). Star rose quartz (50 gp). White pearl (60 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: He is well dressed, constantly wearing a black suit, grey shirt, and violet tie. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. His hair is long and brown with streaks of golden, and is pulled back with small black clips. His beard is golden, braided, and well cared for. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He considers himself the protector of his home. He feels this is his duty and calling. 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 Beggar, Efferil learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Beggar for the past few years.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and to clean up the streets

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Guardian, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Fire opal (1500 gp). Peridot (70 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.