Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a tight fitting black shirt and pants. He has a very tight haircut. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He is curt in most of his responses. He prefers to keep his word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. He has no love for corruption and racketeering and views those as crimes of the highest magnitude.

History: He got into the Armorer business at a young age. Like his mother and his sister before him, after school he went straight into learning to become a Armorer. Days after completing his studies, news broke out that his hometown was attacked by illithids. Laucian was horrified and prayed that his father was alright. However, he heard that his father had died fighting off the illithids.

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

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Enemies. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 6000 gp. Malachite (4 gp). Brown diamond (8000 gp). Pink pearl (110 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 wears a robe, a symbol of luck around his neck, and a sword on his belt. His auburn hair is smooth and relatively long. His eyes are likewise blue. His teeth are white and perfect.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.

History: Thervan was born with his father's beautiful face. Since his father passed away years ago, his mother had doted on him, and he came to think her himself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by his attractiveness, a trait in which he easily excels the other men of his town. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever

Ideals: Fighting, Optimist, Philantrophist. Bonds: Immigrant, Attractive. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 300 pp. Moss agate (13 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His ears are large.

Personality: He seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. Only to laugh say gotcha and shoot double pistol fingers at the fooled target.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He was an athlete and attended two major summer competitions. He never won. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: He is content.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Joker. Flaws: Ugly, Mundane. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 400 pp. 1 Minor magic item.