Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He wears a tight fitting tan shirt and pants. His tied-back hair is white. His amber eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He is extraordinarily passive and rarely speaks, let alone speaks his mind. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: His druidic talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. His childhood dream was to be a Map Maker, but he was a colossal failure. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and to be a map maker again

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Addict, Shy, Impulsive. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: Pink pearl (40 gp). Rock crystal (40 gp). Violet garnet (1200 gp). Zircon (40 gp). Golden yellow topaz (1200 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He wears a green tunic with brown highlights, and long blue pants that bunch up around his shoes, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'9" when asserting himself. His red hair is unkempt and raggedy. 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 seems absolutely devoid of it. He stares off into space and will respond with overly literal and minimalist answers to questions. He cannot resist a sob story and will often dote over anyone who has one.

History: He was raised in a island tribe. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island 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 island due to the painful memories there. Lamlis took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up monstrous two handed axe and armor he uses now. He now spends his time doing works of charity.

Motivation: He seems to be bored by most things.

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Bowyer

Voice: German accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Solid gold idol (500 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a grey deerstalker hat and grey clothes. His golden hair is lengthy and is close to two feet long. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Herbalist born in the past three hundred years. When he's not drinking or sleeping the drinks off, he's doing singing.

History: He was born into a rich family. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Herbalist work with an outfit from a few towns over. Herbalist work suited him well, and with each successful project, he earned more gold and more respect from his peers. He has been a successful dealer in antiques buying low and selling high.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west; and to be a engraver again

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job, Rich. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: Irish accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Fire opal (900 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.