Description: This malnourished man wears a weathered and beat up set of banded mail beneath an oversized black coat. With a patchy brown beard and wild brown hair. He is baby faced.

Personality: Quarion hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his poetry career. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was raised in a white middle class family as the only child. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He is content; and to find somewhere to settle down

Ideals: Artistic, Philantrophist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Body Guard

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 3000 gp. Obsidian (16 gp). Moss agate (16 gp). Obsidian (16 gp). Bloodstone (50 gp). Blue quartz (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He very much looks the part of a Banker. His white hair has been sun bleached extensively. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He will often invite strangers home for dinner and talk their ears off. He cares deeply for his spouse and does his best to make sure his guests look presentable.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon 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 desert due to the painful memories there. Fivin took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. He bought a dagger and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: To be a Brewer again.

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Nature, In love. Occupation: Banker

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 5'0" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He is dressed in earthy colors with a brown and tan handkerchief worn on his right side. His brown hair is greying along the sides and has receded to reveal a widow's peak. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He found a children's book about a Elf Wizard who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. He modeled his life after the story, seeing himself destined a hero. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he has passion for adventuring and risk

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Military, Adventurer, Job. Occupation: Shoemaker

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Jet (150 gp). Iolite (80 gp). Violet garnet (600 gp). Lapis lazuli (13 gp). Banded agate (13 gp). Deep blue spinel (600 gp). Violet garnet (600 gp). Azurite (13 gp).