Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He wears a faded coat and loose pants complete with small hat. He has a blonde handlebar mustache and slicked back blonde hair. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern.

Ideals: Optimist, Artistic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 2000 gp. A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (1500 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1500 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears clothing that is held on in multiple layers but all of it is in poor condition. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length white hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: He was born at the edge of vast island. Cursed with a spirit at a very young age, Thamior has worked very hard to control his curse. He hopes to save up enough money to one day pay a cleric to cure him.

Motivation: He desires power and/or immortality; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Poor, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 400 pp. Tourmaline (110 gp). Brown-green garnet (110 gp). Amber (110 gp). Chalcedony (50 gp). Azurite (4 gp).

Description: A moderately attractive man, he tends to wear a blue poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. When Paelias reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He leaves a trail of broken hearts and full pockets wherever he goes.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and he is greedy

Ideals: Professionalism, Gifted. Bonds: Attractive, Rich, Military. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 4000 gp. Golden yellow topaz (500 gp). Rich purple corundum (1600 gp). Azurite (8 gp). Blue sapphire (1600 gp). Banded agate (8 gp).