Description: This late middle aged man wears light armors faded through time and improper care and is in decent physical shape. His moppish golden hair is in a traditional bowl cut. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: He is almost excessively polite to everyone, even when angry. He has the money to obtain near anything and knows that if you pay a man enough he will sell his own mother. Money is his most trusted friend.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. He moved from fad to fad and when he turned 15 he discovered singing. 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: He has money and likes to spend it; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Artistic. Flaws: Shy, Disease. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Beggar

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 1000 pp. Sard (30 gp). Chrysoprase (30 gp).

Description: His skin has the orange glow of too much sun. He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. He has a small bristly mustache and wavy brown hair. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is a very philanthropic person; he spends his free time working at various soup kitchens. 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: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. His parents were killed by goblins in a raid when he was still a young child. The goblins captured him, and made him a slave and general play-thing. He was beaten and tortured regularly, leading to his deformed appearance. He now mingles about in high society.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Philantrophist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Enemies. Occupation: Butcher

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 300 pp. Deep blue spinel (1300 gp). Obsidian (6 gp). Citrine (80 gp). Moss agate (6 gp). Black opal (900 gp). Moss agate (6 gp). Carnelian (80 gp). Deep green spinel (150 gp).

Description: He dresses well, typically a more casual-formal manner, and carries crossbows. He has a long chestnut beard with little hanging trinkets. This brown eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He cares much about the opinion of others, both in good and in bad: when keeping in line with his opinion, he thinks highly of the other person, but when opinions clash, he can get violently argumentative. More though he will beg to come along on any journeys. He will attempt to stowaway on any ship he can in the hopes that it will get him further away.

History: Born in the north to a Knight, Raer learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Raer fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To be a Baker again; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Fighting, Opinionated. Bonds: Attractive, Slave, Job. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1000 gp.