Description: He wears an entirely blue suit with black socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his longbow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a clover on it. His red hair, when down, is lengthy. His blue eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is soft-spoken, optimistic and speaks nonstop, as he rather likes the sound of his voice. His demeanor is somewhat feminine. His home and work are filled with various knick knacks he has acquired through the years. He cares a great deal for his adopted teenage son.

History: He got into the Fletcher business at a young age. He sought a place where he would be rewarded solely on the merits of his skills. This search led him directly into Fletcher work with an outfit from a few towns over. Fletcher 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. Caeldrim fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

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

Ideals: Optimist, Fighting. Bonds: Family, Job. Occupation: Fletcher

Voice: Timid voice

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He prefers to wear flannel. His long white hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. His hazel eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: He is enamored with his job. He loves it. He likes the challenge and he likes helping those less fortunate than him. 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 was born on a small isolated farm. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by dire rats, and he desires to right it; and to be a stableman again

Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Nature, Adventurer, Enemies. Occupation: Slave Trader

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 1000 gp. A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (40 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.

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His golden hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. His hazel eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Gifted from a young age, Theriatis studied abroad. Ostracized due to the martial powers of his oldest brother, he and his siblings struck out on their own. In the process these unassuming Elves became a terror of the countryside. Recently a tribe of goblins attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Theriatis fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Passionate, Gifted. Flaws: Addict. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 400 pp. Freshwater pearl (13 gp). Red spinel (120 gp).