Description: He is in excellent shape and wears a shirt that is too small, which lets his gut show, with a ratty white coat over it. His silver hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His hazel eyes dart from person to person.

Personality: Quarion is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: He's repulsed by the PC.

Ideals: Athletic, Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Selfish. Bonds: Immigrant. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 1000 gp. Sard (40 gp). Silver pearl (50 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp). Blue sapphire (1100 gp). Banded agate (10 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Eye agate (10 gp). Jasper (40 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (10 gp). Eye agate (10 gp). Rich purple corundum (1100 gp). Moss agate (10 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). Obsidian (10 gp).

Description: He is a physically imposing dark-skinned man. He wears a green vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His violet leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his green boots flare out at the collars. His hair, while still mostly brown, has prominent grey streaks. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He comes from a rich southern family. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: He wants to get laid; and he's in love

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Rich, In love, Has a crush. Occupation: Navigator

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 100 pp. Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (900 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (80 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2000 gp). Golden circlet with four aquamarines (4000 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2200 gp). 1 Medium 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 is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His black hair is cut short. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Thamior hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Apothecary business.

History: Thamior was born the youngest of three triplets. A few years later when the east was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Artistic, Persistence. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Rolls R's

Possessions: 2000 gp. A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (10 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (50 gp). 1 Medium magic item.