Description: He is a physically imposing light-skinned man. He wears a well pressed and immaculate suit (or dress). He has no hair. He has a dull look in his gray eyes.

Personality: He believes mankind has become decadent and spoiled by the march of civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: He was born with several neurological imbalances, which makes sleep difficult for him. It may also be what makes him so good at details. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Riardon took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up shield and armor he uses now. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the north; and to get a good night's sleep

Ideals: Entrepeneur. Flaws: Ugly, Disease, Insomniac. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Herbalist

Voice: High pitched, excited

Possessions: 2000 gp. Malachite (13 gp). Rose (30 gp). Citrine (30 gp). Alexandrite (800 gp). Aquamarine (800 gp). Freshwater pearl (13 gp). Amethyst (130 gp). Jade (130 gp). Black pearl (800 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is a mite stocky and wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his mother. His spouse left him for another, whom he beat to an almost bloody pulp. He did not win them back, but he came to a realization. To get what you want from life, you must take it. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Elven compassion.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Extrovert, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Occupation: Spice Merchant

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 1000 gp. Silver chalice with lapis lazuli gems (180 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (600 gp). Jeweled anklet (3000 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (5000 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (180 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: A 5'2" western man, he is wearing the road beaten gear of a warrior. His brown hair is styled in orderly dreadlocks. His fierce blue eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: Aside from being a little slow due to sleep deprivation he is generally quite perceptive. He notices little details and can draw good conclusions from them. He has all his life been fascinated with singing.

History: Born in the west to a Detective, Lamlis learned a great deal about his father's area of expertise. He helped his father out around the business and became quite the natural. He tends to his Detective job now, and dutifully fulfills any obligations he has.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic, Optimist. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Job. Occupation: Detective

Voice: Sleepy voice

Possessions: 2000 gp.