Description: 5'3" and muscular, this northern man wears a pastel coat over a black low-cut shirt, and a deerstalker hat upon his head. His blonde hair is long and unkept. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep amber.

Personality: He has a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor. He is not one for noise or eating so much, which is in direct contrast with his big mouthed big gutted partner. His partner is his best friend in the world. The two are very close despite being more or less each other's opposites. As long as the job gets done he does not care how it got done.

History: He was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities for work. He was an adventurer many years ago and he formed a blood bond with his Elven companion (his 'brother'). Lacking all sense, he decided to go on an adventure. He picked a direction and started trekking.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Athletic, Professionalism. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Bonds: Adventurer. Occupation: Architect

Voice: Ums and uhs a lot

Possessions: 4000 gp. Blue quartz (5 gp). Rhodochrosite (5 gp). Blue quartz (5 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp). Deep blue spinel (400 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: 5'4" and muscular, this northern man has a large red mantle and cape that has been intricately interwoven into his black robe. His chestnut hair is long and unkept. He wears an eyepatch.

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 loves his children and doesn't want them to worry about him. He loves to share his poetry with anyone who is interested.

History: Thamior was born the youngest of three triplets. Being born in the north, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the north for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way east. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and his spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion

Ideals: Athletic, Artistic. Flaws: Ugly, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Puts emphasis on the wrong words

Possessions: 2000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A thin man, he clearly needs to put on some weight, but he still has a lot of muscle. He wears a white vest with golden trim over his white shirt. His brown leather gloves and pants are well-kept, and his white boots flare out at the collars. His chestnut hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Eiravel isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Elven unity. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: His mother raised him in a mountain cabin. He graduated from the Naval Academy and went to see the world at the rank of Ensign. He advanced relatively quickly due to his good work ethic, understanding of the chain of command, and natural leadership ability. 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: He feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world; and he has money and likes to spend it

Ideals: Athletic, Impeccable. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Military. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks with lips pursed

Possessions: 2000 gp. Deep green spinel (130 gp). Chrysoprase (40 gp).