Description: He is an average looking northern male in his early mid-life. He is typically in his Stableman uniform. Sporting a golden mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. His otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.

Personality: He will rave to anyone who will listen. He moves from fascination to fascination almost instantaneously. If something can keep his interest for a month it is impressive.

History: His divine talent manifested at a young age. Aiming to upstage a rival house, his parents had him trained. A few years later when the west was not economically sound they moved to his current location. He has drifted from career to career and currently works as a Stableman.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and balancing his hectic life and new stableman responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Insane, Hedonist. Bonds: Job, Immigrant. Occupation: Stableman

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

Possessions: 200 pp. White pearl (70 gp). Citrine (50 gp). Iolite (50 gp).

Description: With grey face paint in a stripe pattern across his face, he is dressed in a clean black cloak covering his clean studded leather. His black hair is lengthy. His blue eyes dart around the room hyper actively observing anyone and anything.

Personality: Quarion is a sociable creature first and foremost. He loves to listen to people at length before talking their ear off. He can carry on conversation for hours and will do so. Further he is a bit of a stoner and is frequently out of it.

History: Quarion was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His parents divorced when he was young, and his father gained full cudstody. He was regularly beaten by his father, who blamed him for driving them apart. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: He's in love; and he'd like to take his coworkers down a peg

Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Jeweler

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: 2000 gp.

Description: This southern man tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His clothes are grease stained in places. His hair is short and black. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He's a bit of a prankster. He knows he is clumsy and seen as such and will often feign amnesia after injury. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.

History: Born in the south his family was never financially stable. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Servant hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Recently a tribe of orcs attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Aramil fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep.

Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Flaws: Insomniac. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant, Nature. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Speaks in third person

Possessions: 3000 gp. Emerald (1600 gp). Obsidian (13 gp). Red garnet (90 gp). Jasper (40 gp). Sard (40 gp). 1 Medium magic item.