Description: This man is moderately tanned and has just the faintest trace of an accent. He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized brown coat. His silver hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His blue eyes lackadaisically let the world flow into them.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his father always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. When Dreali reached his early adolescence his Elf father 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 now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 6000 gp. Solid gold idol (900 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (900 gp). Solid gold idol (900 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (90 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (800 gp).

Description: He is a pot bellied northern man with a big hulking figure and broad shoulders. He is generally shirtless and showing off his tattooed chest. His auburn hair is singed and shortened. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is shy and timid. He has not had much interaction with people and is skittish around them. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Aelar took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up shortbow and armor he uses now. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Insane. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Courier

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: He wears tight fitting pants and leather jackets. He usually doesn't wear a shirt. He has a slight overbite and is overall scrawny. With bright chestnut hair and a scraggly beard. His violet eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Born to a Apothecary, his father struggled to pay the bills. In his formative years he discovered how persuasive he was. He began using that to his advantage selling useless wares at inflated prices. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: He doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes; and to prove his worth to the world

Ideals: Impeccable, Extrovert, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 2000 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). Finely wrought small gold bracelet (60 gp). A delicate brass dragon egg (60 gp).