Description: He likes to wear pastel tank tops with black pants. He is physically well-built. He wears his brown hair up in a very large beehive style do. He has amber eyes.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Mercenary arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.

Motivation: He is greedy.

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Military, Rich. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He wears a top hat to hide his balding. His amber eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: Here is a man who knows he is the smartest in the room. He talks down to others constantly. He also hits on women, regardless of circumstances.

History: Born in the east to a Cook, Theriatis learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. His childhood dream was to be a Glassblower, but he was a colossal failure. He inherited the family business which he has now maintained for 8 years.

Motivation: He's in love; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Attractive, Has a crush, Job. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 4000 gp. Deep blue spinel (400 gp). Moss agate (7 gp). Malachite (7 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his scimitar with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has relatively light skin and is very physically imposing due to his abundance of muscles. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are hazel.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Efferil is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Sculptor business at a young age. Efferil abandoned his home at a very young age, living in the fields and plains. He survived everyday through hunting and stealing from passersby. He did whatever it took for him to survive. He has achieved small success as a Sculptor.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Justice. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Raspy

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