Description: A plain young-adult man, he tends to wear a blue poncho over his likewise colored trousers and shirt. He keeps his long silver hair kept up in a rat tail. His gray eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is a sleazy, sleazy guy. He has no qualms about using his powers of suggestion to get people to do what he wants. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: Born in the east to a Scribe, Thervan learned a great deal about his mother's area of expertise. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. Some 8 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Thervan never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his mother had trained him before.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg.

Bonds: Attractive, Military, Job, In love. Occupation: Scribe

Voice: Sore throat, cough

Possessions: An elaborate, whalebone scrimshaw carving of intertwined orbs, each showing the legend of creation story (10 gp). A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A middle-aged man, he typically wears a sleeveless long coat of deep grey leather and dull brown iron scale mail, and is pretty ugly. His blonde hair is cut short with large spiked bangs in the front. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is a very happy person and has lots of energy. To put it simply, he's a very lovable idiot. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Koeth was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: Wants to have a good time and be beloved; and he desires power and/or immortality

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Addict, Hedonist. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Unemployed

Voice: Laughs frequently while speaking

Possessions: 4000 gp. Banded agate (5 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp). Peridot (70 gp). Alexandrite (1600 gp). Golden pearl (50 gp). Rhodochrosite (5 gp). Rhodochrosite (5 gp). Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Obsidian (5 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time. He carries with him a set of shields, each one with a aquamarine on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears a small hat to hide his balding. His green eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Erevan is depressed about a lot of things. He tends to be a nihilist. He does not regard money as being a problem because it has never been a problem for him. He lives in a bit of an ivory tower believing all problems are one quick intervention away from being solved.

History: Gifted from a young age, Erevan studied abroad. As a young adult he joined a group advocating for an improvement in Elven conditions. Recently a tribe of gnolls attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Erevan fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Ideals: Fighting, Gifted. Flaws: Depressed, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Shepherd

Voice: Eastern European accent

Possessions: 1000 gp.