Description: A 5'2" eastern man, he wears an entirely brown suit with white socks and a vest with buckled shoes. Sporting a blonde mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep blue.

Personality: He is envious of other's things. He hoards treasure, art, food, wine, and anything that he so desires. He receives visions of the future at random moments

History: A studious child he never was much for a social life, not because he was unlikable, but because he did not seek it out. He was one of the best in his class, and was picked up by his current employer. He quickly showed his capability and was soon promoted to a head role. By chance he met his brother recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Greedy. Bonds: Job, Family, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 100 pp. Coral (80 gp). Alexandrite (1300 gp). Sard (50 gp). Azurite (10 gp). Chalcedony (50 gp). Hematite (10 gp). Red-brown spinel (80 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: His left thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He is generally well dressed albeit a few years behind the times. He has silver hair. His fierce hazel eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He is obsessed with his god.

History: Eiravel was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. When Eiravel 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. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is compelled to act according to his religious beliefs; and he has a rivalry with the church that dominates his actions

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Religious, Military. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Strong lisp

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

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 tattered pair of loose green pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He wears his chestnut hair down. His eyes are brown and catlike.

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. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: Born to a Navigator, his mother struggled to pay the bills. When Paelias reached his early adolescence his Elf mother 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. He left for the south, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army; and he made a deal with a demon which lead to his current lot in life, and he's becoming increasingly nervous about it

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Cynical. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Spy

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 4000 gp. A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (10 gp).