Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears a pastel small hat and pastel clothes. He has a long red beard with little hanging trinkets. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Aside from being a slave or a gladiator, there isn't much legitimate work for Elves in Koeth's homeland. Koeth decided to take the middle way and become a bodyguard. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Insomniac, Cynical, Selfish. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Sailor

Voice: Speaks with back of mouth

Possessions: 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 wears a robe, a symbol of death around his neck, and a longbow on his belt. His hair is cut close to his head. His eyes are a pleasant amber.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 97. 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 is often prim and proper but will on occasion tell either really disgusting or offensive jokes, which seem out of character.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Theriatis grew up listening to his father's many stories. He made a point of taking high paying jobs and getting most of it up front. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Fighting, Joker. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Immigrant, Adventurer. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Deep voice with rolling R's

Possessions: 2000 gp. Cloth of gold vestments (170 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (70 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp).

Description: This southern man wears tight fighting clothing, which leaves very little to the imagination. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He is baby faced.

Personality: He has schizophrenia that causes him to hear things that aren't there and will sometimes respond to them. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. Aramil was born on a far southern desert where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Marshal. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aramil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants his loneliness to end; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Disease, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Marshal

Voice: Jittery and nervous

Possessions: 200 pp. Alexandrite (400 gp). Silver pearl (100 gp).