Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He carries with him a set of hand crossbows on his belt, each one with a emerald on the hilt. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: Varis hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his music career. He is obsessed with a lost civilization.

History: Born the oldest of a large religious southern family, he was no stranger to responsibility. He has chosen to use the inheritance that was left to him frivolously. 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; and obtaining odd cultural elven artifacts is his passion

Ideals: Fighting, Artistic. Bonds: Rich, Adventurer, Religious. Occupation: Junk Dealer

Voice: Pronounces 'its' and 'is' like 'eats' and 'ease'

Possessions: 200 pp. Fire opal (1100 gp). Eye agate (6 gp). Peridot (60 gp). Rich purple corundum (1100 gp). Peridot (60 gp). Hematite (6 gp). Sardonyx (60 gp). Alexandrite (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is in excellent shape and wears black leather gloves, a black jacket, and tight pants. His brown hair is smooth and relatively long. He has a dull look in his brown eyes.

Personality: Prone to second guessing himself, he comes off as nervous. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Tharivol was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Meet up once more with his childhood friend; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Shy, Insane. Bonds: Adventurer, Mentor. Occupation: Stableman

Voice: Smoker's lung

Possessions: 3000 gp. Chrysoberyl (140 gp). Chalcedony (50 gp). Malachite (8 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He wears a fancy brown suit. His auburn hair is knotted and matted. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: Cocky and sure of himself, he believes he is the best Masseuse born in the past three hundred years. He also is a firm believer in the manly ideal.

History: Born to a Locksmith, his father struggled to pay the bills. Aelar 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. He has gone from town to town till he finds a spot where he can set up a sustainable business.

Motivation: He'd like to take his coworkers down a peg; and he is unsatisfied with his job

Ideals: Athletic. Flaws: Impulsive. Bonds: Attractive, Job, Poor, Nature. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Scottish accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (1000 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (30 gp).