Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a fine chain shirt which he covers with green colored cloaks and clothing. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He considers himself a man of culture and sophistication. He likes a good challenge to his wits. He has a cruel streak; something he gained from his previous mentor. He harbors resentment against his former mentor.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Immeral grew up listening to his mother's many stories. He was taken as a slave by a traveling circus and forced to perform He has became unsatisfied with his lot in life, and decided to take up adventuring.

Motivation: He has passion for adventuring and risk; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Mentor, Adventurer, Slave. Occupation: Blacksmith

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 3000 gp. Black star sapphire (1500 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull green iron scale mail. He has dyed his greying black hair a little too much giving a sharp black color. His green eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: He is erratic and paranoid. He believes dire rats are coming to abduct people. He has a habit of throwing himself into exceedingly dangerous situations.

History: Sold as a small child to a slaver, Rolen was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. When Rolen 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. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by dire rats. Rolen was horrified and prayed that his mother was alright. However, he heard that his mother had died fighting off the dire rats.

Motivation: He is wracked by social anxiety; and someone believes him a fraud

Flaws: Impulsive, Fearful. Bonds: Enemies, Mentor, Military. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 3000 gp. Amethyst (40 gp). Violet garnet (400 gp). Black pearl (400 gp). Iolite (30 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp). Golden yellow topaz (400 gp). Violet garnet (400 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He is typically in his Barkeep uniform. He has a red handlebar mustache and slicked back red hair. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. 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, Himo is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He got into the Barkeep business at a young age. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He's also a talented Marshal, but doesn't like to broadcast it.

Motivation: To be a Marshal again; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 4000 gp. Red spinel (50 gp). White pearl (50 gp).