Description: An imposing man with a heavy stainless steel prosthetic left hand, he wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. He wears his blonde hair down. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the north. Quarion was born on a far western plains where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Herbalist. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and retire the richest man in the west

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Spits and sputters

Possessions: 2000 gp. Emerald (1000 gp). Violet garnet (700 gp). Chrysoberyl (140 gp). Carnelian (40 gp). Red garnet (140 gp). Malachite (12 gp). Fire opal (1000 gp). Jet (140 gp). Moss agate (12 gp). Brown-green garnet (140 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Wearing a closed helm and plate, one would not know what he was had he not made sure his armor was more form fitting than normal. Outside of the suit he wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His long auburn hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His eyes are likewise brown. His teeth are yellowed and unaligned.

Personality: He does not believe in betrayal or weakness as things to be tolerated. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: Born to a poor family in the city he treasured whatever gifts he got. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: He feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Justice, Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 29000 sp. Eye agate (15 gp). White pearl (60 gp). Star rose quartz (80 gp). Red garnet (60 gp). Jet (60 gp). Fire opal (500 gp). Fiery yellow corundum (500 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'3" and has a large brown mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his pastel robe. His right leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He has dyed his greying black hair a little too much giving a sharp black color. He is baby faced.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: Efferil was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 2000 gp. Pink pearl (80 gp). Moss agate (5 gp). Bloodstone (70 gp). Moonstone (70 gp). Aquamarine (1300 gp). Rich purple corundum (1200 gp). Amethyst (80 gp). 1 Medium magic item.