Description: A man with a cold, calculating air about him, he wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a crossbow, but if one is not available he will default to his bow. With bright black hair and a scraggly beard. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He likes to make people angry or surprised. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. 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 moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally

Flaws: Antagonistic, Shy, Insane. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Bather

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 2000 gp. A small bag of saffron. (80 gp).

Description: A pudgy man standing about 5'0" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He usually wears his grey robe and has his flail always slung over his shoulder. He wears a feathered hat to cover his moderate length golden hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady blue eyes.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He loves being with his children and actually smiles when they are around. He would do anything for them. He dislikes his ex a great deal.

History: He was born into a rich family. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. When his spouse passed he lost his only source of income but claims to his sons to still be retired.

Motivation: Find a way to reverse the transformation of his sister; and marry his sister to traveling adventurers

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Family, Rich, Nature. Occupation: Fortune-teller

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 300 pp. Citrine (30 gp). Zircon (30 gp).

Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He is armored in gleaming platemail with gilded edges. A flowing blue cape and mantle trimmed with soft violet waves gently in the breeze. He has dyed his greying golden hair a little too much giving a sharp golden color. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He has a good heart but also a terrible temper. He will forgive often but not before yelling and berating someone for whatever they have done wrong. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Born in the north to a Apothecary, Galinndan learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Apothecary. He ran away from his former home and has been making his living as a Apothecary for the past few years.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Apothecary and was forced into it by his family; and balancing his hectic life and new apothecary responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, Job, Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Dutch accent

Possessions: Moss agate (11 gp).