Description: This late middle aged man wears professional attire and is in decent physical shape. His golden hair is thinning but still full. His eyes, though not visible through his cowl, are amber.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. 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, Varis is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a Guard, his father struggled to pay the bills. In his 14th year, his parents were killed by a drow raid, leaving Varis alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to drow demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Many drow want him driven away.

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Enemies. Occupation: Mason

Voice: Speaks through clenched teeth

Possessions: 4000 gp. 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 is scrawny and has patchy red stubble. He is wearing a long, black, dusty cloak. He has a hunchback. He sports a long red beard, and similarly colored long hair. He has gleaming, smiling violet eyes.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Ruler arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. Being born in the east, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the east for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. 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: His religion dominates his actions; and an old rival family wants him found

Flaws: Ugly, Depressed, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Family, Religious. Occupation: Ruler

Voice: Rhymes sentences (sorry)

Possessions: 400 pp. Golden circlet with four aquamarines (3000 gp). Gold cup set with emeralds (11000 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears just a black suit. With a patchy blonde beard and wild blonde hair. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady gray eyes.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Thamior was born into a poor family. Growing up, he dreamt of becoming a Wizard, to bring honor to his family’s name. When he came of age, he applied for a position with his town's local guard, looking to work his way up via merit and eventually become a Wizard in service of a powerful lord somewhere. His childhood dream was to be a Servant, but he was a colossal failure. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Barkeep for hire.

Motivation: Expand his business; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Poor, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 4000 gp. Sard (20 gp). Coral (150 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.