Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner. He carries with him a set of flails on his belt, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He wears his auburn hair up. His eyes are likewise blue.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was born the only child of a wealthy merchant. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Fighting, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Attractive, Military. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 3000 gp.

Description: This man is bedraggled and starved. He wears dull tan sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed flail, just in case. His blonde hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His half smiles and amber eyes are beguiling and draw you in.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 87. 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. He seeks to pay back kindness whenever he gets the chance. Whether it be in the form of unwanted serenades or the latest gossip he always seeks to do solids for his friends.

History: Born in the west to a Body Guard, Ahvain learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Body Guard hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Job. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 900 pp. Jasper (60 gp). Moonstone (60 gp). Moss agate (10 gp). Rock crystal (60 gp). Red-brown spinel (60 gp). Citrine (60 gp). Jade (60 gp). Star rose quartz (60 gp). Fire opal (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge. With a patchy black beard and wild black hair. His eyes are green and catlike.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. He lacks moral complications. He does what he is told to by employers but not much else. He spends his money on whatever he fancies at the time.

History: He got into the Weaver business at a young age. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature whip.

Motivation: Wants to raise his children well; and balancing his hectic life and new weaver responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Selfish. Bonds: Job, Adventurer, Family. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 4000 gp.