Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and wears a pastel cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. His skin is also unnaturally pale. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. This amber eyed southerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is a Tailor first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. He would rather hide behind his crafts than deal with other people.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. 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 tends to his Tailor job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Job, Military. Occupation: Tailor

Voice: Shortens vowels

Possessions: 3000 gp. Tourmaline (100 gp). Aquamarine (1000 gp). White opal (1000 gp). Black pearl (1000 gp). Deep blue spinel (1000 gp). Rock crystal (60 gp). Amethyst (100 gp). Onyx (60 gp). Black pearl (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is dark but he possesses many tan ritualistic tattoos. He wears a fancy brown suit. He wears his auburn hair down. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: Always inclined to offer people food he seems plenty friendly. He is terrible with names forgetting people's names several times before they finally stick; this causes him no end of embarrassment.

History: Thamior was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Wizard, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Wizard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature falchion.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and meet up once more with his childhood friend

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Forgetful. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 3000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing dark clothing and a heavy breastplate, keeping many of his physical features obscured, and carries bastard swords. His black hair is thinning but still full. He is missing an eye and his face is severely sunburned. His one remaining eye shines gray.

Personality: Efferil speaks confidently about a variety of topics with grace. He is clearly well-traveled and educated. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: When he was but 5 years old his parents immigrated from the north. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Efferil's homeland. Efferil decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Fighting, Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Addict. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Prounounces S like Z

Possessions: 600 pp. Moss agate (7 gp). Banded agate (7 gp). Fire opal (800 gp). Blue quartz (7 gp).