Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his quarterstaff with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He carries with him a set of quarterstaffs, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. His red hair is still thick. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: When he was but 8 years old his parents immigrated from the south. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Ahvain fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Laborer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

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

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears bulky green painted plate armor. He is bald on top and has large brown tufts of hair around his ears. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Enialis was born in the north. At a young age he loved to build and create. A gypsy cursed him at a young age, leading to his ugly appearance. He found several beat up suits of armor and, cannibalizing spare parts, he put together a working one.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life; and he wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away

Ideals: Athletic, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Selfish. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 3000 gp. Chrysoprase (30 gp). Black opal (900 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1500 gp). Amber (90 gp). Alexandrite (1500 gp). Azurite (7 gp). Lapis lazuli (7 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A stocky lighter skinned man, he wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized violet coat. His long golden hair reaches down to his waist. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. He has zero loyalty and will suck up to whomever is within range, in the hopes of being moved to a better position.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. He took every job he could get his hands on, but the opportunities for Elves in the west were limited. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Military, Immigrant. Occupation: Server

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 300 pp. Sardonyx (80 gp).