Description: Dark and lean, he is a relatively plain man. He prefers to wear flannel. His golden hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a clover scrunchie. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. 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, Erevan is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: Born to a Ruler, his mother struggled to pay the bills. His mother was a soldier and died while he was still young. Erevan was left his mother's suit of armor and trained in its use and care. He has made many enemies by not giving into corruption and outing many instances of it.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Ideals: Justice. Flaws: Disease. Bonds: Attractive, Poor, Military. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Slurs words

Possessions: 1000 gp.

Description: He is wearing colorful clothing, dressed as a Bricklayer. He has golden hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Soft-spoken and well mannered, he has an amazing amount of patience and a slow boiling temper. He loves teas. He is very sensitive about his face. To blow off anger he lifts weights and to control his otherwise explosive temper he works out a lot.

History: He is the product a well kept family trust fund and as such has never really known need. In his youth he was a Tailor, and wanted to be a champion fighter when he grew up. He was working during a period of war, and as one of the natives he lived in fear of joining the others in being slaughtered. He saw the brutality and swore off his fighting aspirations, taking his younger sister on his back after seeing his parents die, and fled the country. 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: Elven compassion; and a strong sense of loyalty to elven people

Ideals: Disciplined, Fighting. Flaws: PTSD, Racist. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Bricklayer

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 4000 gp.

Description: This late middle aged man wears a worn and beaten armor and is in decent physical shape. His golden hair is cut jaggedly and amateurishly. His ears are large.

Personality: He is quiet and anti-social and can barely make it a few minutes in conversation before his hampering stammer kicks in. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: He was born several months after his mother was called into army service. When Thervan reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world.

Ideals: Logical. Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Selfish. Bonds: Military. Occupation: Locksmith

Voice: Booming voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Fiery yellow corundum (1300 gp). Freshwater pearl (8 gp). Black pearl (400 gp). Black star sapphire (1300 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.