Description: He wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized grey coat. He is physically well-built. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy brown hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Server business.

History: Eiravel was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He worked as a nervous Server and found it very stressful. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Server

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 200 pp. Deep blue spinel (600 gp). Golden yellow topaz (600 gp). Black pearl (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with tan colored cloaks and clothing. His hair is cut close to his head. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a hateful person. He taunts others and blames them for his problems. A true patriot, Thamior would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. When Thamior reached his early adolescence his Elf mother 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 eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Flaws: Antagonistic, Disease. Bonds: Military, Guardian. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He wears a green cloak and cross-gartered black stockings. His brown hair is greasy and uncared for. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is able to make almost anything out of random pieces of junk.

History: The child of a Sellsword, who enjoyed hunting, Berrian was taken on many hunting expeditions. 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. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Uses lots of figures of speech

Possessions: 2000 gp. An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (100 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1100 gp).