Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His chestnut hair is still thick. His gray eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. His actions favor neither the good nor the evil, as he answers to a power that mortal men fail to acknowledge.

History: He served in the navy to pay for his family's outstanding loans. From his teen years he was always beautiful and desirable, so people have always doted on him. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Riardon fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Many goblins want him driven away; and several ex partners dislike his way of doing things and want revenge

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Aggressive tone

Possessions: 2000 gp. Deep green spinel (120 gp). Amber (120 gp). Deep green spinel (120 gp). White pearl (120 gp). Aquamarine (1600 gp). Chrysoberyl (120 gp).

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears dull yellow sweaters, loose blue pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed hammer, just in case. His hair is chestnut and very short. His amber eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He hates brigands. He views them as having robbed his home of its proper glory. He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was a bastard born out of an affair, and his mother always resented and mistreated him for it out of spite. 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 Bowyer. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to brigands demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he wants to meet his childhood hero

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Enemies, Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 400 pp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His hair is silver and very short. He is baby faced.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Fivin was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Merchant hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He got away from his former life and has fallen to alcoholism.

Motivation: He would like to get married and retire; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Flaws: Cynical, Addict. Bonds: Adventurer, Poor, Has a crush. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Sounds elderly

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