Description: He is lean but muscular and tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His moppish red hair is in a traditional bowl cut. His amber unseeing eyes seem to look past you.

Personality: He likes to be helpful to his clients. He likes to prescribe proper advice to his clients. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: He was raised in a plains tribe. Dreali 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 struck the Baker job and began his own company from there.

Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and balancing his hectic life and new baker responsibilities is difficult

Flaws: Disease, Hedonist, Mundane. Bonds: Job, Nature. Occupation: Baker

Voice: Excited and jittery

Possessions: 300 pp. A silver and pearl hairclip (50 gp). Solid gold idol (900 gp). Sapphire pendant on gold chain (1900 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (50 gp). Old masterpiece painting (2400 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (160 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Relatively heavier built than your average man, he is not imposing. He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His hair is greying and his face has many wrinkles. He has several tiny topaz earrings on each ear.

Personality: He is extraordinarily eccentric. His respect, as difficult as one would find it to earn, is unwavering; those who more than prove themselves to him, a bar set well above any reasonable standard, he tolerates in varying degrees. Though less modest and more hasty in his reactions to snap at those who irritate him, Aelar is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the forest 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 forest due to the painful memories there. Aelar took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up greatsword and armor he uses now. 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: Money/treasure; and to share knowledge with the world

Ideals: Justice, Logical. Flaws: Insane. Bonds: Rich, Nature. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Thin and wheezing

Possessions: Golden yellow topaz (500 gp). Violet garnet (500 gp). Fire opal (1600 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: An older man who wears suspenders and brown workpants. His shirt is white, and he wears a heavy brown leather apron most of the time, he is not a threatening figure. His hair is chestnut, silky, and of moderate length. He is very pretty but has cold, dead eyes.

Personality: He tends to agree with only himself unless someone else's opinion sounds like he can profit from it. He tries to control his temper but he can't always stop himself from what he feels what must be done. He always tries to repair and not replace. It was this mentality that drove him into the Mercenary business.

History: He was born in a small desert village. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his mother, who blamed him for driving them apart. One night he noticed a nearby shooting star which he hiked out to see where it landed. It turned out to be an ancient artifact of some kind. He has done his darndest to repair it but it is currently non-functional.

Motivation: He loathes his own lifestyle; and he feels kind of lost in life

Ideals: Persistence. Flaws: Antagonistic, Depressed. Bonds: Attractive, Nature. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Sensual and smooth

Possessions: 100 pp. Iolite (40 gp). Bloodstone (40 gp). Fire opal (800 gp). Golden pearl (150 gp). Golden pearl (150 gp). Banded agate (15 gp). Hematite (15 gp).