Description: His right side is far more bruised and cut up than his other. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). His red hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is business-like. He takes instructions and follows them to the letter. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: Born to a pair of adventurers, Thamior grew up listening to his mother's many stories. Thamior liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. When he grew older, he became a bit more civilized, usually hanging around bars and taverns. He began work as a mercenary for hire. He would embark on any mission as long as the price was right.

Motivation: He wants to meet his childhood hero.

Ideals: Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Hedonist. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: High pitched and raspy

Possessions: 4000 gp. Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (400 gp). A pair of silk slippers encrusted with tiny pearls. (80 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp).

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he is well dressed, constantly wearing a green suit, pastel shirt, and white tie. His hair is brown and very short. He wears a mask on his face.

Personality: He is highly sensitive about his name. He loathes it, but will not take any guff about it from anyone. A fanatic, his devotion to his small selection of gods is unquestionable. He claims to be doing their will and will base all his actions on whether or not they would be pleasing to the gods.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious western family, he was no stranger to responsibility. When the war came and ruined his parents he was left adrift. He was a hard man then and has only learned to fight more as time goes on. He has since married many spouses, only to have them die. He claims to not be responsible.

Motivation: A strong sense of loyalty to Elven people; and wishes to resurrect an old love

Flaws: Sensitive, PTSD, Racist. Bonds: Religious, In love. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (1100 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (1300 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (200 gp). Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones (1600 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is lean but muscular and wears suspenders and brown workpants. His shirt is pastel, and he wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time. His silver hair is lengthy. He is baby faced.

Personality: A rambunctious noisy drunk he knows how to make people feel guilty. Despite his manner, he is extremely passionate and proud of his job, and he prides himself in being thorough and never missing a detail.

History: Eiravel was born in the east. At a young age he loved to build and create. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He became a Sellsword soon after.

Motivation: Marry his brother to traveling adventurers; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Depressed. Bonds: Job, Nature, Family. Occupation: Sellsword

Voice: Soothing and warm

Possessions: 3000 gp. Solid gold idol (900 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp). Large well-done wool tapestry (100 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp).