Description: He wears a violet vest and prefers green and white shirts. His boots appear to have been at one point steel toed but are quite worn down. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He has a very tight haircut. His eyes are blue and catlike.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. Animals are drawn to him, and he is able to talk to them.

History: His necromantic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Stylist. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and wants to open a new tavern

Ideals: Gifted, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Scratchy, weak

Possessions: 400 pp.

Description: He stands about 5'4" and is typically in his Farmer uniform. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. With a patchy chestnut beard and wild chestnut hair. His amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air.

Personality: He runs his personal life as if detached from it. He organizes appointments and outings based on perceived benefits he will get from it. 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 is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Farmer work with an outfit from a few towns over. Farmer work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. 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: Money/treasure.

Flaws: Selfish, Shy. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 1000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'5" and usually wears his grey robe and has his falchion always slung over his shoulder. His left leg appears badly burned and disfigured. He sports a long chestnut beard, and similarly colored long hair. His eyes are brown and catlike.

Personality: He likes to brag about his accomplishments and constantly tries to beat others to the punch. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Berrian liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He bought a falchion and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Obtaining odd cultural Elven artifacts is his passion; and he is greedy

Ideals: Passionate. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Barkeep

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: 300 pp. Rock crystal (80 gp). Amethyst (50 gp). Chalcedony (80 gp). Blue-white diamond (5000 gp). Deep green spinel (50 gp). Banded agate (7 gp). Chalcedony (80 gp).