Description: He wears suspenders and red workpants. His shirt is brown, and he wears a heavy red leather apron most of the time, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'2" when asserting himself. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. He has several tiny emerald earrings on each ear.

Personality: He likes to fabricate stories about his past exploits and how crazy he is, but in actuality he is rather bland. He disdains his fellow southerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: Born in the south to a Cook, Naeris learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is greedy; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Rich, Immigrant, Job. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 4000 gp. Malachite (7 gp).

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a large hat to cast shadows over his face and wears ponchos to better hide his body. He sports a long silver beard, and similarly colored long hair. His face is scarred and worn.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. He was taken from his home at a very young age. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and he is content

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Mundane. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Draws out vowels

Possessions: 1000 gp. Moss agate (12 gp). Hematite (12 gp). Sardonyx (50 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: 5'4" and muscular, this northern man tends to wear a tan poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. His black hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Thamior was born with his mother's beautiful face. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He spent several years traveling with his friend, before both settled down to enjoy the fruits of their adventures.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Attractive. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 6000 sp.