Description: A moderately attractive man, he is wearing a long, tan cloak. Sporting a silver mohawk and bushy mustache this man's hair draws a lot of attention. He tend to wears goggles to shield his eyes.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Azaki was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. His homeland was ravaged by war and he spent much of his life rebuilding it. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to giants demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Balancing his hectic life and new Miller responsibilities is difficult; and someone believes him a fraud

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: PTSD. Bonds: Attractive, Enemies, Poor, Job. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Old Prospector

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is wearing a long, grey, dusty cloak. He carries a battered scimitar and tarnished pickaxe as well. His brown hair is drawn into a tight pony tail with a cross scrunchie. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: While he acts the brute, he is far gentler than he would appear. He is afraid of women and trembles around them

History: Efferil was raised in a hard working conservative environment. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the island to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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 island due to the painful memories there. Efferil took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up pickaxe and armor he uses now. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.

Motivation: He is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out; and balancing his hectic life and new stylist responsibilities is difficult

Ideals: Fighting. Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Job, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Loud with bravado

Possessions: Silver comb with moonstones (700 gp). An abacus with copper, silver and gold markers (110 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 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 red hair is cut short. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He resents people who mock his appearance or him, so he has learned to be the meanest son of a gun. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born at the edge of vast mountains. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the mountains to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle 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. Quarion took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up scythe and armor he uses now. He eventually got the idea of being the protector of his homeland from reading books, and has made it his duty.

Motivation: A need for knowledge about a nearby landmark; and to protect his home

Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Rich, Nature, Guardian, Adventurer. Occupation: Roofer

Voice: Stutters

Possessions: 1000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (600 gp).