Description: A hulking man with gigantic muscles, he is well dressed, but even with his fine clothing he looks run-down. He has shaved his head bald. His thin eyebrows rest above his beady hazel eyes.

Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He routinely visits covens of witches but complains that many are fraudulent and lack true knowledge of magic.

Motivation: He wants random interesting trinkets and junk, hates to throw anything away.

Ideals: Passionate, Logical. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature, Military. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 200 pp. Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (2000 gp). Jeweled anklet (1000 gp). Eyepatch with mock eye of sapphire and moonstone (1400 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He stands about 5'4" and likes to wear yellow tank tops with violet pants. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has golden hair. He has a very pronounced jaw and large eyebrows. He wears rectangular glasses with silver brims.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. Flattery will make him almost putty in your hands.

History: Lamlis was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his mother was employed at, doing general labor. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

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

Flaws: Antagonistic, Selfish. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Barrister

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 2000 gp. Deep blue spinel (1600 gp). Jade (120 gp). Pink pearl (120 gp). Jet (120 gp). Star rose quartz (70 gp). Malachite (10 gp). Zircon (70 gp). Smoky quartz (70 gp).

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a black cloak and cross-gartered white stockings, and is pretty ugly. He has done his best to style his white hair to look like a famous performer. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: Born in the north to a Mortician, Rolen learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He was part of a huge silver rush, which was taken over by a mining company. The company confiscated a lot of silver, but the shipment was lost. He has drifted apart from his friends and has been working freelance. Each gave each other a copy of their signature crossbow.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and to reunite with his old friends

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Cynical. Bonds: Job, Adventurer. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Scandinavian accent

Possessions: Aquamarine (1300 gp). Peridot (60 gp). Bloodstone (60 gp).