Description: His right thumb is blackened and bruised, but otherwise he appears quite healthy. He typically wears violet cloth garments or leather armor. His tied-back hair is silver. He wears an eyepatch.

Personality: This man loves music and to teach people music more than just about anything. 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, Hadarai is combative with any and all who dare try his patience in the slightest.

History: The child of a Mortician, who enjoyed hunting, Hadarai was taken on many hunting expeditions. 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. Recently a tribe of dire rats attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Hadarai fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark.

Ideals: Artistic, Justice, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Glassblower

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 100 pp. Golden pearl (120 gp). Aquamarine (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with blue lining and desert motifs, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 5'3" when asserting himself. His wide-brimmed hat is riddled with cuts and holes. He has hazel eyes and a blue hat with a grey feather.

Personality: Quiet and reserved he prefers to listen than to talk. He will nod occasionally and communicate nonverbally. He is a bit of a xeno-phobe, disliking non-Elves.

History: He was born to a pair of big game hunters, but was frequently ill as a child. In his 16th year, his parents were killed by a goblins raid, leaving Naal alone in the world. After a stint in an orphanage, he was adopted. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to goblins demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: His name or reputation has been wronged in the past by goblins, and he desires to right it.

Flaws: Ugly, Shy, Racist, Disease. Bonds: Enemies. Occupation: Fisher

Voice: Spits words with contempt

Possessions: 200 pp. Peridot (50 gp). Silver pearl (150 gp). Golden yellow topaz (200 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He sports black clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his bow, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a dagger on it. He has shaved his head bald. His hazel eyes have a joyful gleam in them most of the time.

Personality: He is mildly Elf supremacist, though he does not identify as such. 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: He was born in the north, but his parents moved at a very young age to the east. When he came of age, he joined a caravan that would eventually take him to the capital. He would practice along the way and, when he arrived, be apprenticed to a Cook. He left for the north, certain he would find work there.

Motivation: To be a Marshal again; and he has a crush on the local marshal

Flaws: Racist. Bonds: Adventurer, Immigrant, Job, Has a crush. Occupation: Cook

Voice: Low range voice

Possessions: 1000 gp. Rhodochrosite (11 gp). Peridot (20 gp). Citrine (20 gp). Black star sapphire (1100 gp). Freshwater pearl (11 gp).