Description: This man is tall and muscular. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. He has shaved his head bald. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He never swears and excessively uses polite adverbs when speaking. He misses his home and complains about the freezing weather, even in summer.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. In his 14th year, his parents were killed by a giants raid, leaving Paelias alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He left for the west, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Athletic, Optimist. Bonds: Attractive, Immigrant, Military, Enemies. Occupation: Layabout

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 400 pp. White pearl (60 gp). Star rose quartz (30 gp).

Description: He wears an amalgamation of clothes and depending on the season will wear more layers of the continuing hodge podge, and he perpetually has his whip ready. His hair is blonde, silky, and of moderate length. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He is a Mortician first and foremost. He believes firmly that knowledge should be universal. Around other people he will do his best to conceal his emotions and appear jolly.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Mortician work with an outfit from a few towns over. Mortician work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. 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. Fivin fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and sabotage a competitor

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Insane, Shy. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Nature. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 6000 gp.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears skinny pants and wears a white and yellow robe with the hood down. His moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He disdains his fellow northerners, claiming they make him look unintelligent just for using an accent.

History: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the west. Ahvain was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his mother, an expert Sellsword. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: Sabotage a competitor.

Ideals: Disciplined, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1000 gp. Zircon (30 gp). Smoky quartz (30 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.