Description: A man with thick toned arms and a paunchy gut. He is wearing a long, tan, dusty cloak. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. 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, Berrian is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his father and mother. His father taught him the rudiments of the Fisher arts, while his mother instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. His father was very strict, and drilled into him lessons on being the perfect gentleman. He has built up a small fortune and can afford his own way.

Motivation: To prove his worth to the world; and he doesn't get along with people that don't share his tastes

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist, Justice, Impeccable. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Low rumbling, strings words together

Possessions: 3000 gp. Hematite (4 gp). Jet (120 gp). Lapis lazuli (4 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a paragon of his species. He is larger and stronger than most Elves. His skin is light but he possesses many blue ritualistic tattoos. He is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. He has moderate length silver hair. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his violet eyes.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with painting. He constantly tries to fill his life with painting. He loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his painting with anyone who is interested.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Thervan was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. Recently a tribe of illithids attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Thervan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: His relatives are trying to arrange a marriage.

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Bonds: Attractive, Family, Religious, Military. Occupation: Sage

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: This man wears a black small hat and black clothes, and sports empty pouches on his belt. He has shaved his head bald. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He can see the true alignment of people by looking at them, and uses this to pass judgement.

History: His arcane talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). Recently a tribe of drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Tharivol fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To settle down with his crush; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Optimist, Gifted, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Adventurer, Has a crush. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Whispers

Possessions: 2000 gp. Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (300 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2400 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (130 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.