Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. He is portly but not overly obese. His silver hair is matted, messy, and big. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep brown.

Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the south. A true patriot, Caeldrim would do anything for his country. He is fiercely protective of his fellow citizens and foreign allies.

History: Sold as a small child to a wizard, Caeldrim was an assistant, and all too frequently test subject. He eventually earned his freedom when his former master disappeared. He couldn't stand his childhood mentor and eventually formed a pact with his mentor's previously failed apprentice to rebel. When their plan failed the mentor lashed out against both of them and fled. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Military, Mentor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Low and grunting

Possessions: 4000 gp. A life-sized copper and silver statuette of a cockatrice. (20 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (20 gp). An ornate, electrum-trimmed steel scabbard worked in swirl-patterns (120 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp). A necklace of small pink pearls (6000 gp). Gold and topaz bottle stopper cork (900 gp). A miniature golden chest with tiny emeralds lining the top (120 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (400 gp).

Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his top green hat.

Personality: He has always had a great fascination with Elven culture. His philosophy is that everyone needs a friend and as such shows hospitality towards all.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. 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 drow attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Berrian fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to have a good time and be beloved

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Optimist. Flaws: Ugly, Racist. Occupation: Brewer

Voice: Nasally tone

Possessions: 3000 gp. Carved harp of exotic wood with ivory inlay and zircon gems (800 gp). Gold dragon comb with red garnet eye (400 gp). Jeweled electrum ring (5000 gp). Jeweled gold crown (5000 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (40 gp). A silver and pearl hairclip (50 gp). 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man is tall and muscular. He has a large grey mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his blue robe. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His face possesses mild wrinkles. His smile is extraordinarily sincere though he does not smile often.

Personality: He is a pretentious jerk insisting that modern society is full of problems and should revert to a simpler time. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains 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 mountains due to the painful memories there. Carrie took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up glaive and armor he uses now. He bought a glaive and has really upped his game hunting, due to his understanding of decoy and ambush.

Motivation: Further expansion of business; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Antagonistic. Bonds: Slave, Nature. Occupation: Knight

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: Just what you see.