Description: This fat southern man has a bulbous nose and wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his whip with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. His skin is also unnaturally pale. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. 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, Naill is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the forest due to the painful memories there. Naill took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up whip and armor he uses now. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'9" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears dull red sweaters, loose grey pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed longsword, just in case. With a patchy golden beard and wild golden hair. His eyes are likewise hazel.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. Energy wise he seems alert and responsive.

History: Arannis was born with his mother's beautiful face. His mother was a mechanic, and taught him how to fix just about anything. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He has a rivalry with the Church that dominates his actions; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Professionalism, Persistence, Logical. Bonds: Attractive, Religious. Occupation: Performer

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 4000 gp. Brown-green garnet (110 gp). Tourmaline (110 gp). Azurite (14 gp). Eye agate (14 gp). Rock crystal (30 gp). Malachite (14 gp). Zircon (30 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: The light-skinned man stands 5'4" and wears suspenders and brown workpants. His shirt is black, and he wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time. He sports a long silver beard, and similarly colored long hair. His eyes are green and beady.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: He was born in a small plains village. His father had invested heavily in several trade routes and wanted him to inherit them. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and a deep hatred of dire rats

Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Enemies, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: pre-pubescent

Possessions: 4000 gp. Jeweled electrum ring (7000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.